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hanatagami · 1 year ago

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My Unlucky Charm (Izumi Yuu x GN! Reader)

god i downloaded so many izumi gifs trying to pick one, i love him sm

i have a bad habit of falling in love with the males of romantic animes, but the problem is everyone loves the main couple together they don’t write fanfics for them and it pains me

please tell me you want more cause I want mORE

if you think of something cute for him please tell me

and i may do smth like this for Tadano from Komi-san so...if you want that lmk pwejfpwoe

it’s been like this since you were born

your good luck was an enigma to you, your parents, and god

anything that could go well for you, goes well

your lucky your parents raised you well cause boy that luck could’ve gone to your head quickly

lotteries, games of chance, pop quizzes (somehow), were always in your favor

now normally thats great and all, but it does get very...lonely

in middle school you had definitely come to the realization your ‘friends’ saw you less as a ‘friend’ and more of a ‘good luck charm’

if it was a mix of both, maybe it would of been fine

but after a certain situation and some reflection on your part, you have come to understand they weren’t really interested in you

they didn’t remember anything about you, even the simplest of things

it was very disheartening, but a very important realization

you just didn’t have it in you to stay friends with people who only saw you as some walking white cat statue

and when you cut them off they had the nerve to be upset about it

spread rumors and everything

how you were stuck-up and conceited, someone who always ordered your friends around and expected them to cover for you

they had shaped your schools image into thinking you had some god complex

you were walking home in the rain, enjoying the soft sounds of water hitting your umbrella and the ground around you

when someone-something had caught your attention

a large piece of plastic had flew past you at a high speed, which was weird cause it really wasn’t that windy today

looking ahead you saw a dark-haired male standing a little further ahead of you, staring blankly ahead of him as if he was processing something

he was holding a long silver rod- remains of the umbrella that had flown past you moments prior

your walk had slowed a little to observe the male in front of you as he seemingly had an internal monologue of some kind

he took a deep breath, straightened out a little, and gained a look of determination

he held his arms over is head, getting in a running pose, and just as he was about to take off-

“Excuse me?”

Your voice startled him out of his battle focus, feet tripping over themselves slightly, losing traction on the wet ground

as he fell you rushed towards to help him, his body weight crashing into yours

apparently not ready for the sudden weight you also stumbled back, bracing yourself for an impact with the floor

but thanks to your luck (maybe) there was a little jut in in the cement you hadn’t noticed earlier that supported your foot from slipping anymore, and grounding yourself and the boy

(the luck must’ve been the cement helping you instead of tripping you)

“Oh my god dude, are you alright!?”

The guy in front of you looks up at you and- oh my god

this is easiest one of the cutest and prettieST BOYS YOU’VE EVER SEEN-

“U-Um, I’m fine. Thank you so much for catching me!” he looked up at you with the cutest unintentional puppy dogs eyes, before he chuckled sheepishly as he stepped back from your hold

“I’m sorry, I’m pretty clumsy...” He looked down in shame, messing with his drenched hair

“No, no, it’s okay, I swear!” You were quick to try and cheer him up, such a sad face didn’t suit the boy in front of you at all, “Was it your umbrella that flew by me a minute ago?”

His face struck with realization at your comment, and it was kinda cute to see the way he began to check his hand and the area around him for the rod-remains of his umbrella that he dropped while falling.

He gingerly picked it off the ground, with the caution of something else unexpected happening that he couldn’t predict. Facing you once more, you were finally able to get a proper look at him.

He was slender, his clothes would hang loosely on his form if they weren’t stuck to his body from the rain. His dark purple hair fells just a little past his brighter purple eyes. He didn’t hold himself with too much confidence, though he seemed to try and a bit a conscious effort in doing otherwise

Overall: very cute

“I’m sorry about my umbrella, I’m a bit unlucky so this kind of stuff happens a lot...” His face grew a slight shade of pink, as if he was admitting to something strange, his thin fingers began to fiddle with the remainders of his umbrella to help ease his own tension

“I have an extra if you’d like it?” he was taken slightly off guard by that apparently, his eyes widening slightly and hands taking a break from their actions

“No it’s fine! I couldn’t take your extra from you, what if you end up needing it?” You couldn’t help but smile sweetly at his concern, it’s incredible that he can be worried for you when he was the one currently getting drenched

“Please don’t worry about it, I have more spares at home. I actually won the spare today at a store, so I really don’t need it.”

“Do you...really not need it...?” You had to stop yourself from making a noise at the face he sent you, you didn’t know someone could look cute with shy uncertainty, but alas

“Yep! I won’t be missing it, I promise.”

He hesitantly accepts the wrapped umbrella from your hands, holding it like it was the most fragile thing in the world

And immediately upon opening it, you both watch in shock as the plastic part flies away in a sudden wind

You guys stare at each other in awkward silence, before he beigns to apologize feverishly for his bad luck

“Um...I have another spare if you want it?” You pull out a second umbrella from your bad, and show it to him.

“I won this at a store today too...”

que a few more moments of awkward awe

He looks at you with a bit of disbelief, you (correctly) assume that he thinks your just saying that to make him feel better about taking it

“I have pretty good luck! I get stuff like this all the time so...please take it!” You back up your words by pushing the umbrella into his chest, and gave a reassuring smile to show him your being honest

“Well, if you really don’t mind...”

“I don’t.”

He takes it from you once more, opening it much more gently then the last one, cautious something may happen again.

You guys both tense once it fully happens, awaiting for what may happen.

In sync you and the mystery boy accompany a sigh of relief with a relaxing of your shoulders, giving each other a sheepish smile at the scenario.

“Well please be careful on your way back...”

“You too.” “...”

It took him a second to realize you had wanted his name, stuttering out a “I-Izumi Yuu!” with a funny look on his face.

“I’m (L/n) (Y/n). You better get home fast, or you’ll get sick. I’ll see you around?” You offer a slight wave with your free hand as you walk past him, making sure to smile your best smile at him.

“Yes!”

You can’t help but release a chuckle at his response, like he was a soldier talking to his superior.

As you walked away, Izumi couldn’t help but curl up a little into himself, a little flustered at your smile, the way you chuckled as you left, basically the whole interaction

And he was thankful you didn’t hear the yelp that escaped when the umbrella suddenly closed on him without warning.

You guys both made it home that day thinking of the other, hoping you each made it back okay.

(Izumi had in fact gotten a cold, but there was no way for you to know that)

(you didn’t catch a cold, but you may have caught feelings)

you didn’t see him soon after that, in fact it wasn’t until you first day of high school rolled around that you saw him again

when you had entered the school gates, you had unexpectedly run into him talking to a girl with long pink hair, and the brightest blue eyes

overall: very pretty

you walked closer to greet them but stopped when she suddenly gripped him with a serious look on her face.

“Tell me...your name.”

“It’s...It’s Izhumi...”

“Ho ho, Izhumi huh?” Both heads had whirled at your sudden intrusion, you were now able to tell they were both red from whatever conversation they were having...and at your witness of it all, they were beginning to glow a bright crimson.

You laugh mischievously as Izhumi begins to sweat violently and correct himself, while also greeting you, but also messing up your name in the process making you laugh more.

“I’m sorry Izhumi if I could’ve sworn your name was Izumi but maybe I just heard you wrong.”

He lets out a small whine of frustration at your teasing, as if he couldn’t make it anymore entertaining for you.

Chuckling out apologies you turn to the pink haired girl who had been eyeing you two, probably quietly wondering as if to how you two know each other.

“Hello, my name is (L/n) (F/n), I met Izhumi a while ago while walking home. Poor guy broke two umbrellas in a row right in front of me.” You rest your head in your hand in remembrance, your words bringing about another sound of protest from the boy next to you.

You could see her gaze go back to Izumi in which you (correctly) guess is a though of ‘wow he really IS unlucky’

“I’m Shikimori Miyako, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I hope we get along from now on.”

She graces you with a sweet smile as the three of you being to walk together, chatting on your way to freshman orientation.

Shikimori eventually spots two friends of hers and parts, but you stick around with Izumi who has been nervously staring at the ground for a while, probably going over the whole fiasco earlier (and thats exactly whats he was doing)

“Izhumi.”

His head snaps up to instinctively deny his new nickname, but every word seems to fizzle in his throat when he catches glimpse of your face. You aren’t able to recognize the look on his face at the time, but perhaps one day with some retrospect you’ll be able too.

“I feel so lucky to have met you again. And I feel so lucky to be able to attend school with you, and maybe if I’m really lucky, we’ll have class together too! This is looking to be my luckiest year yet.”

You don’t know the full extent of emotions that washed over him with your words, and he’d bet you might never understand what they meant to him. Although he loses all his bets, so whose to say.

As you give him what is probably the most beautiful smile he has ever seen, what once was but a sprout of feelings had sprouted into a bud, and it was left wanting more.

Was seeing him again, being around him more in the future...really good luck to you? Maybe its because you haven’t been around him enough to experience the brute force of his bad luck, that you don’t know what your getting into. If you really were so lucky all the time, would experiencing the problems that come with be a problem to you?

His mind was racked with thoughts, with feelings, and concerns. But overall, he couldn’t help but hope...

...that you meant it. And that you would continue to mean it.

your first year of class was very interesting, more for your classmates then you.

you had spent this year getting close to Izumi and Shikimori, becoming close friends with them and their respective friends, and a whole class got to witness your and Izumi’s luck clash.

Not really clash, but if you were both to be affected by the luck or lack of, the other would cancel it out. somehow.

like if its pure unlucky for Izumi, it’ll still happen, but if its unlucky for both you and izumi, your luck would act up and neutralize it.

needless to say your classmates observed you guys heavily when together cause the weirdest shit happens.

they’ll never forget when they were watching you two eating lunch together outside on a bench, and a bird swooped down to steal your guys’ food only to watch the bird get hit by a stray baseball, and you two were none the wiser.

It’s often that Izumi trips, but when he trips on you and you fall too, there's always someone miraculously behind you to cushion you both.

and perhaps the strangest thing has been happening all year long, since the first day. Izumi broke his pencil, so you gifted him an extra (deja vu), and then everyday for the rest of the year Izumi would break or lose the new pencil, and you would find or win a new pencil to give him, just for the same thing to happen the next day. Without fail.

You and Izumi when together have an aura of hidden glee that practically has the words “we’re normal!” floating around, happy that your lucks seem less prevalent together

But to everyone watching from the outside, you guys are really anything but normal together

you still call him Izhumi cause you think it’s cute and it still frustrates him. You and Shikimori often gang up on him cause his pouty face is wicked cute.

The day you met Shikimori, Izumi had messed up your name too when greeting you, so that has been adopted as your nickname and you think its cute so your fine with it. Izumi refuses to call you it though, sadly, and gets embarrassed everyone else does cause it was him who made the mistake and pronounced it that way

Izumi was by far the sweetest person you’ve ever met, much better then anyone who had gone to your middle school. you’ve never seen someone have it so rough, but be so selfless and kind

it would be so easy for him to be bitter and envious of your luck, but he never was. he was in awe of it, but it never was a driving point for his feelings towards you

to borrow a line from fruits basket, he deserves the moon but he would never ask you for it

you and izumi were picked for class cleanup after school one day

the window was opened to help keep the room cool, it was warm but not warm enough for the school to want to use the AC

that day was the first time you saw it

as in izumi-fashion, the wind had assisted him in losing balance when he had stepped on a wet spot from mopping, taking him to the floor

it was in the wind and the fall you spotted it

Izumi was quick to laugh it off sheepishly, promising he was fine and expected to hear your beautiful laugh

what he didn't expect was to see you on your knees in front of him with a concerned look on your face (though it was still one of the most beautiful looks he had ever seen, every new expression he discovers from you always makes him fluttery inside)

he stood statuesque still as he looked you in the eye, the only thing he could hear was his breathing and racing heart

his eyes couldn’t tear away from your hand as it had begun to approach him

his eyes slammed shut in nervousness and he hoped you couldn’t feel how sweaty he had gotten from the sudden heat that rushed to his face

his mind was going a mile a minute, and he would be lying if he hadn’t been expecting a kiss of some kind

he was so ready for it, but also not prepared at all!

he grew brave enough to crack an eye when he felt more firmness on the right side of his face along with a “oh honey...”

you had a habit of calling people things like that, when joking or worried

you did it to all your friends, but he couldn’t deny that it felt really nice to be called that by you

(and sometimes when he’s feeling brave, when he’s lying down for bed he’ll imagine you only calling him that oh how scandalous)

his head had cleared quickly when he had realized just exactly you were looking at, and what specifically you had been touching

subconsciously he had leaned into the fingers that traced the scar on his face, a scar that was usually hidden by his bangs

it makes that you wouldn’t have seen it before, and he couldn’t deny that the concern for it made him a little happy, even though he doesn’t enjoy seeing you so worried

Izumi could feel himself fall in love with the somehow soft-firmness in which you traced it

and he could feel himself fall in love with the idea that normally he knew you would of asked to touch it before doing so, you didn’t like to touch people without running it by them first

he hoped that instinctually you knew he would of let you touch it, and that's why it had slipped your mind to ask in the moment

“...Can I ask what happened?”

if he wasn’t so conscious of the moment rn, he definitely would melted into your hand at the tone of your voice

“I have all kinds of scars like this,” it was flattering the way your brow scrunched in concern for him, though it made him feel kinda bad too

“I got injured a lot as a kid. I think this one came from a truck crashing into the house...”

“Oh gosh, hun, I knew you were unlucky but...”

Izumi could pinpoint this as the day he fell in love with you

up into that point he knew something was forming, but this was the first moment he consciously thought

‘oh. I love them.’

“Izumi as long as I’m by your side, this will never happen again.”

The setting sun blossomed a beautiful set of warm colors against your skin, the beams of light fell in such a way it was as if your eyes were softly gleaming, and your hair had been perfectly radiated by the ray, it was almost if you had a halo.

god you were so lovely

and it was from that day on Izumi got clumsier in front of you.

god he wants so badly to be cool, and by god does he try.

but he wouldn’t be izumi if they all hadn’t failed in miraculously dramatic ways.

one day izumi had “accidentally” made too much food so he was gonna give some to you.

your classmates had been roughing around and knocked both over both of the bentos he had made

they froze at the tears in his eyes, and became truly petrified at Inuzuka’s and Shikimori’s fearsomely livid faces.

Though it wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t genuinely accidentally made too much food, and was willing to give him your extra bento. You had brought it so your friends could pick at it, but you were more then willing to give him the entire one.

it was also then they found out you always made indescribably delicious food

you told them you had a bad habit of accidentally knocking things in or impulsively using things to see how they’d taste, and the result is always top cuisine.

Izumi ate your food with tears running down his face, he was so blessed to eat your food but so cursed to not be able to give you his. (His pride was also a little hurt that you cooked better then him, he wanted to show off to you)

(he didn’t know you’d be happier eating his food then your own regardless, but he’ll find out someday soon)

he had prepped for a study session with the friend group, and it was ready to be really cool and teach you

He was the fifth in his year after all!

But

Turns out, everything he studied on either wasn’t on the curriculum somehow or it was something you already knew.

I mean he was still able to teach you a lot, but it frustrating that none of it was what he had specifically touched on to help you with.

Though he forgot all about that when you smiled and thanked him for helping you

(you may have just given him the drive to learn everything, which knowing him, was gonna blow up in some way)

and then in class he been staring at you for so long the teacher ended up calling him out in front of everyone and he was so embarrassed

the way you smiled at him did make it a bit better though...

The way he confessed to you was so like you guys, so unbelievable but yet so believable

it was the end of the school year when he decided to confess to you, he had begun to grow anxious as the new school year approached

You guys were in the same class this year, but it may not be the same next year.

You guys may not get as much time together, which means you’ll spend more time with others, then you’ll realize he isn’t worth his salt, then you’ll leave him and probably date some hunk with totally normally luck and you guys can win the lottery together and spend the rest of your lives together happily with kids and pets

He’s been

overthinking a lot recently

He tries to stay out of his own head, but it hasn’t been going well

He wants to show you how much he loveslikes you before it might be too late, and as he much as he can hope you guys are in the same class next year, with you and him in the mix who knows what could happen

So he decides to confess

He planned it all out

He’d ask if you guys could have lunch together privately in a spot behind the school, he’d give you his earnestly written love letter along with a bento he made (he’ll make a heart shape in it) and after you read it he’ll tell you how much you mean to him and then

he doesn’t know what next, but hopefully you’ll respond in kind

Of course the moment he decided there was a plan, every single step of that plan was gonna go haywire

he had gone through so many pieces of paper trying to write the perfect letter for you to read

he had wrote some pretty cringy stuff, but he’s sure he weeded out all the mess and made his perfect love letter

And then he thought of all the foods he’s heard you talk about, and picked out your favorites and made the best bento he could

his dad was in the kitchen so nothing went awry, but didn’t help with the cooking cause Izumi wanted to do it himself so “it could have all his feelings inside”

he was happy with the bento, and nothing had happened so he put it in the fridge and got ready for the next day

he was gonna do it

he was gonna confess!

the day started off well, he had the bento packed and he had sealed the letter in a cute pink envelope with a heart sticker (it was scratch and sniff, it smelt like roses which he thought would be romantic)

he didn’t even trip or get dirty on the way to school, maybe this was a good sign!

and all throughout the school day, nothing too strange happened so that was good

(he got called out again by the teacher for staring at you, but that was becoming frequent to the point it was no longer “strange”)

you had accepted his invite to eat lunch privately together, so that was step 1 complete

but from then onward

holy shit

the moment the bell rung he told you he’d meet you there, he just needed to do something real quick

You smile and go about your way, cute as could be

he pulled the letter and lunch out of his bag and with a deep breath he straightened out his shoulders and began his march to you

his determined face was really cute, it was a shame you couldn’t see it

but somehow

somehow

the wind in the hallway picked up? like a strong breeze through a window or something?

it snatched the letter right out of his hands and down the hall

he let out a small disbelieving screech before running down the hall to catch up, wary to not mess up the lunch in his hands, and tried to grab it with his free hand

it was sadly not going well, and the letter flew all the way down the hall, out the door, and straight into the blue sky

He squealed in panic and tried the best he could follow it, he was out of breath and red in the face (he was no athlete) but he wasn’t gonna let it out of his sight

and good for him, he didn’t!

but the wind had flew the letter all the way to your spot, and landed gently in your hands.

He tried to run up to you but collapsed out of breath just far enough so you couldn’t hear him pant

But he could hear you.

“A letter? It has my name on it...” He watches as you open the letter as he desperately tries to catch his breath

you read a little message in parenthesis under the sticker sealing the letter, it had a little arrow pointing to the sticker that said to give it a scartch n sniff, and you follow said instructions

you kinda guessed what this letter was gonna be about, the color of the envelope and the sticker kinda gave it away, and you were impressed by the thought put into it

you opened it and began to read it out loud to yourself much to his embarrassment

but to his utter humiliation you proceed to read the most cringiest and childish little remarks he had ever thought about you

oh god

he sealed the wrong letter

it wasn’t ever a letter

sure it started “Dear (Y/n)” but after that it was a bunch of hearts, bad doodles of you two holding hands and small little things he thinks of when he daydreams about you

that wasn’t a letter

“The way you focus on your work is really cute��

“You look so adorable in your uniform, how are you not breaking any dress codes to look that cute”

“the way your laugh sounds is so sweet it should be illegal”

“Your sweeter than any sweet i’ve ever had, i love you so much”

“I think the smell of your shampoo and conditioner suit you so well”

“god ur the cutest wutest loveliest little thing i wanna snuggle and huggle and crush you and kiss you and-”

the more he wrote the more unhinged it had gotten

god it was literally awful to hear you speak them into the world, and it was worse knowing you were never gonna forget this

it was the paper where he wrote to just get all the random thoughts he loves about you out of his head so he could write seriously

“...I love you so much and I hope you love me too...”

“...From Izhumi.”

GOD NO PLEASE-

He lets out a violent wheeze at your words and you just so happen to hear this one, and turn, and he hadn’t even thought about what he may look like right now since he was so busy struggling with his embarrassing letter

(he had signed it Izhumi becuase theres a part of him that actually gets really happy when you call him that, it’s like a pet name and you look so cute when you say it and he wanted to indulge that part of him but that was a misTAKE-)

(and of course he wrote I LOVE YOU and not I LIKE YOU like a NORMAL PERSON)

the young fella in front of you was nothing short of a mess, he was panting heavily, face deeply red - a mix from running and embarrassment-, his uniform was completely disheveled and his hair was entirely unruly.

overall: still very cute.

“Izumi, did you really write this?” He hides his face in his hand and whines pathetically-but cutely- “You weren’t supposed to read that one...”

He can hear you approach him, but he doesn’t have it in him to uncover his face.

“...Is this for me too?” You gently tug on the cloth-wrapped bento hanging from his fingers and he lets out a small whine of confirmation

He pulls the courage up enough to peek slightly between his fingers as you unwrap it

and upon opening it-

oh god

it was the wrong bento

it was his moms, she must’ve grabbed the one he made for you on accident

and coincidentally

it was filled with all the foods you like the least

he lets out a shout of panic and you can only stare in worry as he begins to tremble and tear up

Small streams fell down his cheeks as began to stumble through a sentence- though it wasn’t very coherent

His mind was racing and he was trying to get all the words out to explain what the letter was, how it was the wrong one, and about the bento and how he had made one that had food you actually liked and how this was supposed to be his perfect confession

He felt your hand softly grasp his wrists-that at this point had been violently rubbing away tears- and pull them away from his face

He looked at you with upturned eyes that was very reminiscent of the ones you had seen upon first meeting him

he had quiet in anticipation to your next move, he doesn’t know if he can hope that this goes well after he butchered it so bad

but he can’t deny he feels it when you gently cradle his face and wipe the tears away, humming so softly he almost couldn’t hear it

his breath is stopped when your face gets closer to him, and he feels like he may pass out when your body presses closer to his

And then he feels something completely unexpected

His hair is brushed away slightly and a soft kiss is planted on his scar

he could feel a warm tingling from the spot your lips had touched, and it spread when he saw the smile on your face

“It’s okay hun, calm down. Let’s have some lunch, okay? My boyfriend just gave me the cutest letter and some lunch and I can’t wait to try it.”

A new round of tears erupts from his eyes, but he tenses his face and snorts in hopes of getting it to stop. The brightest smile you’ve ever seen is emitted from the boy and he immediately begins pestering you with countless “Really?”s and explanations onto what he wanted to do and to please give him the letter he can’t live knowing that it exists

(you get to keep it because he can’t say no to you)

God you just scored yourself the cutest boyfriend

Izumi may be the unluckiest guy in the world, but he feels like the luckiest to have been able to meet you and to have been able to love you, and have you love him back.

#shikimori's not just a cutie #yuu izumi #izumi yuu #izumi yuu x reader #x reader #x gn! reader #x gender neutral reader #izumi yuu x gender neutral reader

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brookston · 1 year ago

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Holidays 9.6

Holidays

Amed Forces Day (São Tomé and Príncipe)

Barbie Doll Day

Battle of Lake Travis Anniversary Day

Bonaire Day

Colour Blind Awareness Day

Day of Sex (Brazil)

Defence Day (Pakistan)

Dia de Elkano (Basque, Spain)

Fight Procrastination Day

Flag Day (Bonaire)

Great Egg Toss Day

Harvesting Basket Day (French Republic)

I AM MDC Day (Florida)

Karma Puja (India)

Khurat (Elder Scrolls)

National Afro Puff Day

National Do It Day

National Little Black Dress Day (Australia)

National Read a Book Day

National Sabrina Day

National Writing Day

Piggly Wiggly Day

Player Piano Day

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day

Prosthetics & Orthotics Day (UK)

Read A Book Day

Rettir (Sheep Round-Up; Iceland)

Septemvriana Anniversary Day

Somhlolo Day (Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland)

Stillbirth Remembrance Day

Supermarket Day

Unification Day (Bulgaria)

World Oral Sex Day

World Shorebirds Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Coffee Ice Cream Day

Salami Day

1st Wednesday in September

Global Talent Acquisition Day [1st Wednesday]

Indigenous Literacy Day (Australia) [1st Wednesday]

Independence Days

Ichkeria (Chechen Republic of Ichkeria; 1991)

Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland (a.k.a. Somhlolo Day; from UK, 1968)

HSSR (Hot Lads Soviet Socialist Republic, f.k.a. Hugel; Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Begga of Cumbria (a.k.a. Bega or Bees; Christian; Saint)

Cesarean Section Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Chagnoald (Christian; Saint)

Diablo Sauce Day (Pastafarian)

Eleutherius (Christian; Saint)

Faustus, Abibus and Dionysius of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Gondulphus of Metz (Christian; Saint)

Horatio Greenough (Artology)

Krishna Janmashtami (Hinduism)

Macculindus, Bishop of Lusk (Christian; Saint)

Magnus of Füssen (Christian; Saint) [crops]

Media Aestas IV (Pagan)

Onesiphorus (Christian; Saint)

Pambo of Nitria (Christian; Saint)

Roxanne (Muppetism)

Sacrifice to Hera Thelchinia (Ancient Greece)

Saussure (Positivist; Saint)

Zechariah (Catholic Church; Hebrew prophet)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [25 of 32]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [42 of 60]

Premieres

The Adventures of Spunky and Tadpole (Animated TV Series; 1958)

Alice Charms the Fish (Disney Cartoon; 1926)

Atlanta (TV Series; 2016)

A Bigger Bang, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 2005)

Candle in the Wind (Diana version), by Elton John (Song; 1997)

Desperately Seeking Susan (Film; 1985)

Double Indemnity (Film; 1944)

Go, Diego, Go! (Animated TV Series; 2005)

Hangin’ Tough, by New Kids on the Block (Album; 1988)

The Horse and His Boy, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1954) [The Chronicles of Narnia #5]

The House of the Rising Sun, recorded by Tom Ashley & Gwen Foster (Song; 1933) [Earliest known recording]

The Huckleberry Hound Show (Animated TV Series; 1958)

I’m a Slave 4 U, by Britney Spears (Song; 2001)

It: Chapter Two (Film; 2019)

Just a Little Heart Attack (Short Film; 2011)

La Clemenza di Tito, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera; 1791)

Lady Chatterly’s Lover (Film; 2015)

La Strada (Film; 1954)

Let Love Rule, by Lenny Kravitz (Album; 1989)

Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of My Voice (Documentary Film; 2019)

Looper (Film; 2012)

Not Without Laughter, by Langston Hughes (Novel; 1930)

Our Vines Have Tender Grapes (Film; 1945)

Regular Show (Animated TV Series; 2009)

The Rescuers, by Margery Sharp (Novel; 1959)

Scooby-Doo! Legend of the Phantosaur (WB Animated Film; 2011)

The Secret of Moonacre (Film; 2008)

Stranger Than Fiction, by Bad Religion (Album; 1994)

Superman: The Last Son of Krypton (WB Animated Film; 1996)

Weasel While You Work (WB MM Cartoon; 1958)

Today’s Name Days

Beata, Bertram, Gundolf, Magnus (Austria)

Boris, Davor, Zaharija (Croatia)

Boleslav (Czech Republic)

Magnus (Denmark)

Aiki, Angela, Angelika, Ingel (Estonia)

Asko, Felix (Finland)

Bertrand, Eva (France)

Beate, Bertram, Gundolf, Magnus (Germany)

Evdoxios, Vivos (Greece)

Zakariás (Hungary)

Uberto (Italy)

Balva, Magnuss, Maigonis (Latvia)

Faustas, Tautenė, Vaištautas (Lithuania)

Siril, Siv, Sollaug (Norway)

Albin, Beata, Eugenia, Eugeniusz, Magnus, Michał, Uniewit, Zachariasz (Poland)

Alica (Slovakia)

Eleuterio, Zacarías (Spain)

Lilian, Lilly (Sweden)

Bartram, Bertram, Veda, Yahir (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 249 of 2024; 116 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 36 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 22 (Ding-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 20 Elul 5783

Islamic: 20 Safar 1445

J Cal: 9 Aki; Twosday [9 of 30]

Julian: 24 August 2023

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 25 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Saussure]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 77 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 16 of 32)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 1 year ago

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Holidays 9.6

Holidays

Amed Forces Day (São Tomé and Príncipe)

Barbie Doll Day

Battle of Lake Travis Anniversary Day

Bonaire Day

Colour Blind Awareness Day

Day of Sex (Brazil)

Defence Day (Pakistan)

Dia de Elkano (Basque, Spain)

Fight Procrastination Day

Flag Day (Bonaire)

Great Egg Toss Day

Harvesting Basket Day (French Republic)

I AM MDC Day (Florida)

Karma Puja (India)

Khurat (Elder Scrolls)

National Afro Puff Day

National Do It Day

National Little Black Dress Day (Australia)

National Read a Book Day

National Sabrina Day

National Writing Day

Piggly Wiggly Day

Player Piano Day

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day

Prosthetics & Orthotics Day (UK)

Read A Book Day

Rettir (Sheep Round-Up; Iceland)

Septemvriana Anniversary Day

Somhlolo Day (Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland)

Stillbirth Remembrance Day

Supermarket Day

Unification Day (Bulgaria)

World Oral Sex Day

World Shorebirds Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Coffee Ice Cream Day

Salami Day

1st Wednesday in September

Global Talent Acquisition Day [1st Wednesday]

Indigenous Literacy Day (Australia) [1st Wednesday]

Independence Days

Ichkeria (Chechen Republic of Ichkeria; 1991)

Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland (a.k.a. Somhlolo Day; from UK, 1968)

HSSR (Hot Lads Soviet Socialist Republic, f.k.a. Hugel; Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Begga of Cumbria (a.k.a. Bega or Bees; Christian; Saint)

Cesarean Section Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Chagnoald (Christian; Saint)

Diablo Sauce Day (Pastafarian)

Eleutherius (Christian; Saint)

Faustus, Abibus and Dionysius of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Gondulphus of Metz (Christian; Saint)

Horatio Greenough (Artology)

Krishna Janmashtami (Hinduism)

Macculindus, Bishop of Lusk (Christian; Saint)

Magnus of Füssen (Christian; Saint) [crops]

Media Aestas IV (Pagan)

Onesiphorus (Christian; Saint)

Pambo of Nitria (Christian; Saint)

Roxanne (Muppetism)

Sacrifice to Hera Thelchinia (Ancient Greece)

Saussure (Positivist; Saint)

Zechariah (Catholic Church; Hebrew prophet)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [25 of 32]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [42 of 60]

Premieres

The Adventures of Spunky and Tadpole (Animated TV Series; 1958)

Alice Charms the Fish (Disney Cartoon; 1926)

Atlanta (TV Series; 2016)

A Bigger Bang, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 2005)

Candle in the Wind (Diana version), by Elton John (Song; 1997)

Desperately Seeking Susan (Film; 1985)

Double Indemnity (Film; 1944)

Go, Diego, Go! (Animated TV Series; 2005)

Hangin’ Tough, by New Kids on the Block (Album; 1988)

The Horse and His Boy, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1954) [The Chronicles of Narnia #5]

The House of the Rising Sun, recorded by Tom Ashley & Gwen Foster (Song; 1933) [Earliest known recording]

The Huckleberry Hound Show (Animated TV Series; 1958)

I’m a Slave 4 U, by Britney Spears (Song; 2001)

It: Chapter Two (Film; 2019)

Just a Little Heart Attack (Short Film; 2011)

La Clemenza di Tito, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera; 1791)

Lady Chatterly’s Lover (Film; 2015)

La Strada (Film; 1954)

Let Love Rule, by Lenny Kravitz (Album; 1989)

Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of My Voice (Documentary Film; 2019)

Looper (Film; 2012)

Not Without Laughter, by Langston Hughes (Novel; 1930)

Our Vines Have Tender Grapes (Film; 1945)

Regular Show (Animated TV Series; 2009)

The Rescuers, by Margery Sharp (Novel; 1959)

Scooby-Doo! Legend of the Phantosaur (WB Animated Film; 2011)

The Secret of Moonacre (Film; 2008)

Stranger Than Fiction, by Bad Religion (Album; 1994)

Superman: The Last Son of Krypton (WB Animated Film; 1996)

Weasel While You Work (WB MM Cartoon; 1958)

Today’s Name Days

Beata, Bertram, Gundolf, Magnus (Austria)

Boris, Davor, Zaharija (Croatia)

Boleslav (Czech Republic)

Magnus (Denmark)

Aiki, Angela, Angelika, Ingel (Estonia)

Asko, Felix (Finland)

Bertrand, Eva (France)

Beate, Bertram, Gundolf, Magnus (Germany)

Evdoxios, Vivos (Greece)

Zakariás (Hungary)

Uberto (Italy)

Balva, Magnuss, Maigonis (Latvia)

Faustas, Tautenė, Vaištautas (Lithuania)

Siril, Siv, Sollaug (Norway)

Albin, Beata, Eugenia, Eugeniusz, Magnus, Michał, Uniewit, Zachariasz (Poland)

Alica (Slovakia)

Eleuterio, Zacarías (Spain)

Lilian, Lilly (Sweden)

Bartram, Bertram, Veda, Yahir (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 249 of 2024; 116 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 36 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 22 (Ding-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 20 Elul 5783

Islamic: 20 Safar 1445

J Cal: 9 Aki; Twosday [9 of 30]

Julian: 24 August 2023

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 25 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Saussure]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 77 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 16 of 32)

#Holidays

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sangoqueenkoko · 2 years ago

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BENNETT

lucky charm

Platonic fluff headcanons

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Summary: Bennett is rather unlucky, but you are the opposite. You are his lucky charm.

Warnings? Bennett being best boy! And one bad word.

Includes Razor, and of course Bennett!

cute af

so innocent

you have overwhelming amount of good luck.

when you two are together you get equal amount of luck.

you both sometimes get bad, and/or good.

small boi is a little shy when it comes to his luck. he doesn't want to hurt you so he sometimes tries to distance himself from you.

...

but you say bullsh*t because you don't mind. as long as you're both together, all is well.

gets really excited and happy when he finds actual treasure like he's been dreaming about.

much like his hangout, when you find a chest with actual goods in it, he can’t help but nearly cry from excitement, which made him think he was the luckiest boy in the world.

that was until he tripped on the way out.

but, he says to you with a smile, “hey! does matter. look what we found! i am so glad that we are friends, (Y/N).”

despite the newest graze on his knee, you had never seen a smile so big on his face.

food, mora? happy bennett!

You held the bag full of Mora and artefacts over your shoulder with both hands as you and Bennett walked back to Mondstadt. You noticed that he walked with a little skip in his step, and, surprisingly, he didn’t trip the whole way there.

Walking through the gates of Mondstadt and to the Adventurers Guild where you were going to claim your commission rewards, you ran into Razor. Who was looking for Bennett to begin with.

Once you claimed your rewards, you had to leave and do some other errands, which Bennett was Okay with, still with the biggest smile on his face.

Once you left, Razor noticed Bennett’s smile.

“Bennett... happy?” Razor asked as they both walked back out the gates of Mondstadt to stand by the wall on the bridge, not disturbing Timmy’s pigeons for once. Maybe it’s Bennett’s good luck shining through.

“Of course I am!” Bennett grinned, “remember (Y/N)? The super cool person who helps us on adventures when we’re in a bit of a pickle. They helped me find real treasure today! It was awesome.”

“Can.. Razor come on adventures with you two?” The shy wolf boy asked curiously.

“Of course!” Bennett nodded, “it’ll be the best adventure ever!” He said with his signature punching the air move, with no pebbles falling on his head this time.

#gender neutral reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x you #Bennett #bennett x reader #bennett fluff #Bennett x you #Bennett headcanons #genshin impact x reader

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threadofdestiny · 4 years ago

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Magnolia (Bakugou x f!reader)

Feudal Japan AU

Shogun!Bakugou x Midoriya’s sister!reader

Summery: Her mother, lady Midoriya Inko, had once told her that the gods had predestined a path for every single person. All she had to do was follow the path and trust that it would lead her to happiness. But how could (Y/N) find happiness in a political formed marriage with her brother’s rival, a man known for being brutal and cold hearted?

Warnings: sexual content in later chapters / period-typical-sexism / strong language / violence / Drama / Angst / Fluff / Slow Burn/ political marriage / Reader is Izuku's sister / period-typical-discriptions like vague mentions of longer hair to form typical hairstyles or specific wardrobe / Bakugou is not good at feelings / Bakugou is a mean, explosive boi / third-person perspektive

Wattpad

AO3

If someone wants to be tagged, just let me know ;)

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

The life of a lady

No matter what culture you were born into, the structures of the society of the noble born, were always one and the same in their most fundamental form. A life as a noble was blessed with wealth and influence, but intrigues and scandals enjoyed dominance over those who had enough money and power to be part of the emperor's curt.

Only the most important people were powerful enough to receive the honor to get a tailored role in such a glorious play, while the rest served only as cheap, unappreciated extras. However, it did not matter at all whether the nobility was absorbed in their role's descriptions or if they would have preferred to step off that pretential stage. Every single one of them was obliged to play their part. If they did not, they had to expect that it would not only be their own end, but often for their entire family and subordinates as well. In that case, all that could save them was the favor of the crown itself, which usually was as fickle and impressionable as the rough sea.

In a world like this, you didn't decide for yourself who you were...

No, not really...

It was the tongues of the others that had the power to deform the image of your identity. They decided who you were and what was best for you. They defined what was right and what was wrong and were able to destroy you at the slightest misstep. So, bearing a title was a privilege and a burden all at once.

As a noble it was not only important who you were and how well you fulfilled your own part in society, no, it was important who you knew and what contacts you had cultivated. Your connections were what made you powerful. So it was common that unions were closed around various families to secure better conditions for their offspring's or to form better alliances to gain power over the emperor's curt. In a society like this, everyone looked for their own benefits. Compassion was a rare treasure, which could only be found in the fewest individuals. Sons were raised to rule, while daughters were only used as bargaining chips. They must humbly serve their families by marrying powerful men, to obtain alliances. They had to bind themselves to those who were raised to rule over them, without ever getting a chance to decide for themselves.

So... how can anyone romanticize such a morbid spectacle? Why are there such big differences between the rights of various people? Why are the deeds of the powerful always glossed over, while the weaker were oppressed?

Noble warriors, who fought for glory and honor...

Fine diplomats, whose silver tongues could melt every single heart...

Mighty kings, who hold their hand protectively over their people...

Well-guarded ladies, whose beauty and elegance could made a whole hall shine...

Weren't these colorful descriptions only empty paraphrases, in order to be able to hide the cruel faces of reality?

But...

Who told of the blood of the innocent that dripped from the warrior's blade?

Who mentioned the lies the diplomat had spun to achieve his goals?

Who wrote about the wars the king instigated to expand his empire?

Who acknowledged that a lady's supposed beauty and family status was the only means to even have the prospect of a rosy future? And even this was not an indicator that her destiny would not be her downfall, because the rules were set by those who wielded the power and if she was unlucky, they were the ones who took advantage of it without thinking of her well-being.

Yes, even the carefully planned and detailed balls and parties, looked at first glance like dreamlike picture perfect background's. They blinded onlookers to what was behind the scenes, but those who lived in this world for long enough, knew that even these were literally only bloody battlefields disguised in beautiful shining robes. It's was a spectacle full of lies.

True love?

A spark of equality?

Boundless trust?

What most rare wonders they were in her hypocritical society and yet (Y/N), young and unreserved, hoped to find them in spite of everything. What a blessed life she had led until now. She was lucky to be born into a wonderful family. Despite her status, its members were warm-hearted and free-spirited. But she knew that this was not the norm and was wise enough not to take her privileges for granted.

With a wildly beating heart, she stood next to her mother and waited for her call to finally be presented before the Emperor and his guests as a marriageable debutante. Normally, the Empress would review the new young ladies year after year, but she had passed away in her own childbed some time ago, and so the Emperor, bless his suprisingly kind soul, took over this task, with a nostalgic smile on his fragile face.

In the midst of the whole crowd of young ladies and their mothers, (Y/N) stood and called herself to patience while she tried to fade out her competition as best she could. Some of her fellow competitors she knew personally, but only a few she had a closer, more sympathetic relationship with. Somewhere at the other end of the waiting area she had spotted Miss Uraraka with her mother. But unfortunately they had only been able to give each other a fleeting smile before she was already called. Ochako was one of her few childhood friends, but she too was unfortunately on the hunt for a good match and was now in some ways as much her competitor as all the rest of the unmarried girls. So all (Y/N) could do was to hope that this season wouldn't drive a wedge between them and at least one of them would get hitched safely.

However, no matter how much she would like to think about her friendships at this moment, the young girl had to use what little time she had left to mentally prepare herself for her own appearance. Breathing deeply through her chest, the budding debutante stretched her back while pulling her shoulders taut. The stiff, floral-embroidered obi was cinched very tightly around her waist, making breathing a little more difficult, but not as impossible as it seemed with some of the other ladies. Testing, (Y/N) tried to put on a charming smile as she interlaced her fingers in front of her body in a demure pose before turning her frame with trembling lips to her mother, who was already looking at her with affection. "I hope I can bring honor to our family today!" the young girl spoke softly as she gazed hopefully into the green eyes of her counterpart. Lady Midoriya regarded her daughter with a moved expression, raising her well-groomed hands to fix the blooming magnolia blossoms she had personally placed in the elaborate hairstyle that morning for one last time. Satisfied with her work, she let her fingers glide gently down over (Y/N)'s ears, only to finally cup the young girl's cheeks in a delicate manner. "You already do, my child! And I know you will continue to do so!" the older lady replied confidently, while placing her slightly wrinkled, yet still delicate fingers under (Y/N)'s chin to lift it decisively. "You are beautiful, intelligent and kind-hearted! You have inherited your father's strong will! He would be as proud as I am to see you like this. Just like your brother, you put all your passion into your tasks and diligently learn what is expected of you. You, my child, will be able to go your way and overcome any stumbling block. I am incredibly sure of that!" Lady Midoriya added emotionaly before she cleared her throat softly, hoping to catch herself again. Tears glistened in her eyes like raindrops on an evergreen branch. The words of her mother gave (Y/N) the necessary strength to suppress the slight trembling of her lips. Slowly but surely, the nervous lump that had spread in her throat dissolved and disappeared along with her fear.

Yes, her mother was right! (Y/N) had inherited the will of her father and had prepared herself in the best possible way for exactly this moment. She would face the emperor fearlessly and make her family proud. On this day and on each still coming!

"Lady Midoriya. It is now your and your daughter's turn!" the stiff voice of the herald's assistant rang out, snapping them out of their brief emotional moment. Nodding, (Y/N)'s mother started to move and placed herself with perfectly executed etiquette in front of the closed red and golden double doors that would lead them into the throne room. The remaining debutantes and their mothers, who were waiting for their momentto come, gave them appraising looks, but (Y/N) tried to ignore them as much as possible. Each of them knew how privileged the youngest Midoriya was, her own brother being one of the three former students of the current emperor. But she would shine today because of her own abilities. Today she would not stand in the shadow of her talented, kind-hearted brother. Taking a deep breath, the young girl followed her mother and positioned herself half a step in front of her while she waited with galloping heartbeat for the herald's introduction.

This was it...

This was the moment on which everything depended. All eyes would be on her to determine her own worth. As soon as those doors opened, she would take the first step to be able to grab a good match for herself. It would be one of the most important steps that would determine the rest of her life and she could not help but dare once again to let hope for a good future arise in her. Conscious of her duty, (Y/N) lowered herself onto the pillow and took in a bowing posture. With her head bowed and fingertips touching, which hovered in a rehearsed posture stretched out in front of her just a few millimeters above the ground, she took one last look at her beloved mother. Making the final decision to take Lady Midoriya as her role model, (Y/N) set herself for the very last time the goal not only to achieve an excellent match and honor for her family, but also to fight for the oh-so-rare love that only a few were truly allowed to experience. Even if her future could not be determined by herself, she did not want to leave her entire destiny solely in the hands of the gods, for only those who proved virtuous and courageous would be truly heard by those same deity's. She had prayed and pleaded that she would be able to feel for her future groom as her mother once did for her beloved husband, but to achieve this she would have to fight in her own way.

"Your Majesty, honored guests, we now present Miss Midoriya (Y/N), younger sister of the head of the family and distinguished samurai of Shizuoka Province, Lord Midoriya Izuku, one of the three former disciples of the Symbol of Peace. His Imperial Highness, Toshinori-sama. The young lady is accompanied by her mother, Lady Midoriya Inko," the clear voice of the herald echoed through the hall, while the richly decorated double doors were pushed open as if in slow motion. As she had been taught, the introduced debutante slowly counted to three before elegantly rising from her bowing position, only to just as slowly lift her eyelids to cast an innocent glance around the hall. In a culture like hers, aesthetics and elegance were invaluable. They were taught to one from childhood. Like a graceful mask, she wore the delicate, demure garb of etiquette expected of a young girl of her station.

'Do not speak unless you are addressed personally.'

'It is better to be seen than heard.'

'A young girl's weapon is not her voice, but her manners and countenance.'

'Be a work of art that all the world wants to admire.'

Even though (Y/N) wanted to be independent in her deepest heart. Even if she would have loved to use her own voice not only to be seen but also to be heard, she knew that for that she needed a man who was kind enough to give her that very chance. Her gently, encouraging brother would not always be her guardian. In a society like hers, a woman alone was worth nothing. Her status was measured by that of her husband and only that man would be able to shape her further life. He alone would have the right to decide whether to lock her in a golden cage and let her wither away or to give her the wings she would need to continue to develop freely. So she had no choice but to be exactly what was expected of her if she wanted to attract as much attention as possible. The family name she carried could not be her only trump card. She had to portray the perfect, well-mannered bride. A girl that was worth fighting over. Beautiful and quiet. Attentive and discreet. Talented and elegant. For this reason, she had poured her heart and soul and perfectionism into this very charlatanry. She wanted freedom! She wanted to be able to hope! Hope that the seed her family had planted in her would be able to blossom! Hope to be able to attract the attention of a man who would be her blessing and not her downfall.

Without losing her balance, the young girl stood up, while with purposeful flowing gestures, she placed her hands hovering over each other under her chest. When at last the seat cushion was discreetly moved aside, the debutante stepped into the packed hall with shining, soft eyes, closely followed by her venerable mother. A slight implied smile, meant to exude modesty and delicacy, played around her lips as she resisted the need to look around the room.

Look at me. I am everything you have ever dreamed of.

Her gaze rested on the hem of the emperor's multi-layered robe without once losing her focus as she strode past his wealthy guests, who were spread out on either side of the hall and focused their full attention on (Y/N). The young girl knew that somewhere in that crowd was her big brother, Midoriya Izuku, watching her intently just like all the others. By the gods, she hoped that he felt pure pride for his sister, just like their mother. He was probably even more nervous than she was at that moment. Perhaps he was even quietly whispering push prayers into his non-existent beard to give his sister all the blessings in the world. No matter. This thought alone warmed the debutante's heart as she took one step after another toward the emperor until she finally came to a stop in front of him. Without lifting her eyes, (Y/N) curtsied as deeply as her legs would allow and then waited with bated breath for the crown's reaction.

Silence reigned in the hall, so pervasive that one could have heard a pin drop on the floor. Like a mantra, the words, Look at me, I bring honor to my family, echoed in the mind of the youngest Midoriya. The sudden clap of the emperor, which echoed through the room like lashes of a whip, almost made (Y/N) wince, but she had managed to pull herself together. Calmly, the young girl waited while she made sure to take deep breaths through her chest so as not to fall prey to dizziness. Out of the corner of her eye, she could observe the emperor nodding warmly in the direction of his guests. "As one would expect, my student's little sister is shining brightly!", Toshinori's voice loudly and warmly pierced the silence of the room.

"This my honored guests, I call a truly sparkling diamond."

#buku no hero academia #bakugou x reader #Bakugou x female reader #bnha #mha #x Reader #bakugou x yn #freudal Japan #arranged marriage trope

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angelaiswriting · 4 years ago

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25 | (JATP) Alex & twin!sister!Nancy

✏️ Pairing (sorta, but not really): Alex & twin!sister!Nancy

✏️ Summary: It’s been twenty-five years, but Nance is still mourning the deaths of her brother and her friends. Life hasn’t exactly been going in the right direction since 1995 — it never has, though, ever since she has memory — but little does she know her daughter Sarah is about to find out that Uncle Alex and Sunset Curve are back as ghosts and playing with an old school friend. (Not requested)

✏️ A/N: Many thanks to @themazeskies for introducing me to this fandom ✌🏻 this story def wouldn’t be here without you. (Thank you for feeding my need for angst!) To the rest of y’all: enjoy! Angie and I sort of created a little universe of events and stuff with these characters, so if you wanna read more, just let me know. 🥰

✏️ Warnings: sad/angst (but also fluff? if you squint?); mentions of death (but that’s the show?); slight hint to a past use of drugs.

✏️ Notes: flashbacks in italics; lyrics in bold and italics.

✏️ Word Count: 6,472

It happens suddenly. One day she’s… normal, one would say — doing her things, carrying on with her life, helping her daughter prepare her things to leave home as soon as high school ends — and the next she’s whole again.

She hasn’t felt that kind of whole in twenty-five years.

Alex used to call it their twin link, back in the day, when putting up with their parents and their falling-out marriage seemed to be the worst thing they had to endure. Lex…

There’s a treacherous tear running down her cheek and when her brain registers it, it’s almost too late. She feels it on her jaw, threatening to fall down onto the test she’s grading. Her mind almost anticipates what’s about to happen — the tear will dangle from her jaw for a moment, and then it’ll eventually land onto one of the words one of her students wrote, and it will stain it. But her hand is quicker, and it wipes that tear away before it’s too late.

Twenty-five years.

Her throat knots up with the tears she has been trying so hard not to shed. The anniversary of his death is coming up quickly, and with a son off at college and a toxic ex-husband still fighting to spill money out of her, she feels the loneliness and the weight of it all even more. It’s in her limbs when she wakes up, and it stays perched on her shoulders throughout the day, until it’s finally time to go to bed. And to start it all over again.

She’s managed twenty-five years without him, so she reasons that she can manage twenty-five more — it’s not like she has a choice. She promised it, after all, too long ago to even remember when, exactly, but that was one of the things they had both promised each other — that they’d have a happy life; that they’d fight for it, no matter the cost, no matter where they’d be in the world, if together or if apart. Life had spinned the roulette and the ball had landed on apart, but that had been out of their control.

“Mom? Mom, are you listening?”

Sarah’s standing there, fingertips digging into the cushioned back of the couch — her baby girl now at the threshold of adulthood. Time really does fly in hindsight.

“I said I’m taking Lex on a run,” she says, brows furrowing as she lets the dog’s leash dangle in her hold, almost as a way to catch her mother’s attention. “Are you okay? Did Dad call again? Do you want me to call Jake?”

She shakes her head and only then, when her gaze drops to the kitchen table, does she realize she’s been gripping onto the red pen in her left hand with more force than necessary. “I’m okay, just thinking. Don’t be too late, you still have school tomorrow.” And although that’s true, her voice comes out soft and tired, and all of a sudden she knows tears are about to come. “Have fun,” she adds before her daughter can speak.

A pet to Lex’s furry head, and the dog has sprinted into a messy run towards the entrance door.

“You know you can talk to me.” Sarah’s standing in the corridor, but her head is poking into the room, a hand gripping the door frame. It’s a weird sight, albeit not unfamiliar — a boy her age, blonde hair much shorter, a happy smile on his lips, she’s seen that pose a million times in a past life. “If it’s about Uncle Alex…” There’s a long pause as the girl looks for the right words, goes over every possible ending she could come up with, but then settles for none. “You know it,” her daughter nods, and then she’s gone.

Unconsciously, she sits up straighter and strains her ears until she hears the front door open and close. Lex barks twice outside and through the open window of the living room, she can hear her daughter’s chuckle at the dog’s playfulness.

Then everything goes silent again and she’s left with that odd sensation in her soul. It’s nothing she can put her finger on, but it’s… there, and it’s something. Something she had never known she felt until that night, and something she hasn’t felt ever since. It knocks the wind out of her and as the pen falls onto the table, a sob tears its way up her throat.

It feels like home, in a way. It feels like being seventeen again — not the Zac Efron way, but it’s… again, something. Something so utterly absurd that she’s this close to slapping a hand against her forehead, but that hand just ends up clamping down onto her mouth when she feels another sob coming.

She feels the sobs more than she does the tears. They seem to shake her from the inside out — and not just from there, but from her very soul. She tells herself it’s just the anniversary — and everything else in her life going both the wrong and the right way. Her marriage in shambles, and her kids off to college, leaving her with no one but the dog she rescued some five years ago at their spot.

It has to be that. It’s all catching up this year, after all. The twenty-fifth lap around the Sun, bringing back all the memories from that night, both at the Orpheum and then in that alley. Her ex-husband trying to shatter what’s left of her life after leaving her utterly heartbroken one too many times already. Sarah going off to nursing school when the school year ends; and Jake playing his uncle’s instrument with his friends from college.

The house already does feel empty, but right now it’s almost hollow. Hollow and silent, almost expanding to infinity as she tries her best to keep herself under check — and she fails.

“C’mon, you’ve already done this countless times,” but her voice shatters on the last syllable and her lower lip quivers, and for a moment she’s blind even behind her reading glasses. “Just breathe.”

But that just breathe doesn’t hit as well as her brother’s always did, it doesn’t calm her down. She’s left feeling like she’s whole again — and more than that, like she’s part of something bigger, of a two-for-the-price-of-one kind of deal. And as she makes her way upstairs, her knees aren’t the only part of her body trembling.

There’s an old shoebox on the top shelf of her closet. It’s been there ever since the beginning and through all the relocations her family has done since the unlucky day she moved in with Michael at eighteen. It’s a pale red by now, held closed by elastic bands of every color and they’re so many because when the memory of what’s inside makes her feel like she’s starting to crumble apart again, she adds one more in the desperate attempt to keep it sealed, to keep the past inside, hidden away, almost as though by doing so, she can keep every single one of those memories locked away in a dark and recondite corner of her mind.

But not today. Today she knows she has to open it. She feels it in her bones, and probably even deeper than that. And maybe it’s about time — just open the Pandora box and see what happens, or something like that. The tears are already there; she doesn’t see what else could come out of her hidden past that isn’t already there.

Taking the rubber bands off is the hardest part. One by one, it feels like ripping off a brick from the wall she has spent almost three decades building around herself. It’s exhausting and by the time she has reached the last rubber band — the last brick — she has no tears left to shed. But that’s good; it has the taste of liberation, like she’s finally free of a choker she didn’t know she was wearing.

Almost as a joke of fate, a velvety choker necklace is what welcomes her back to the 1990s when she takes the lid off. Black and simple, it used to be her favorite. It was her lucky charm necklace, something she had somehow ended up always wearing when her brother and his group were playing.

But the stack of photographs is still there, right underneath it, and it takes her endless minutes to convince herself to pick them up. She doesn’t know how long she’s been sitting cross-legged on the floor for, but probably not as long as she thinks she has.

Her hand trembles when she picks up the first polaroid. And she feels it again, that lump of tears in the back of her throat, and then that sensation of absolute void and loneliness she has felt inside for so long.

The empty stage of the Orpheum would be unrecognizable to anyone that doesn’t know where the photo has been taken. It’s just a place like any other, but she can still feel the electricity in the atmosphere almost as though she was still there, stuck between those four walls like some sort of ghost.

She was laughing, and so was Alex. He had an arm around her shoulders, and she had one around his waist. As absurd as it could sound, to this day she can still smell him — he had a cheap perfume he wore at gigs, one he had treasured dearly, and all because it had been a present from her for their shared birthday. And that night they had been laughing because Reggie had almost tripped down the stage when Bobby had called him over.

The memory crashes over her like a wave. Luke had tried to silence their laughter to snap a good picture — and she’s sure there are better ones in that shoebox — but somehow this in particular is the one that bears the most meaning.

“Guys, please!” She can still hear her friend as clear as day, probably more clearly than she hears her students in class every day. “Can you please…

… please stop laughing? I’m tryna take a decent one here!”

“Sorry, bro,” but Alex is still laughing, and she is too, and in the hilarity of the moment, they end up pulling each other closer.

The flash goes off and as Luke flaps the polaroid picture, Alex gives her shoulder a squeeze before eventually turning serious.

“I’m glad you could come, Nance.” And although he’s smiling down at her from the height difference their twin bond hasn’t managed to level out, it’s clear from the look in his eyes that there’s something else lurking underneath the surface. It could be one of the billion things their parents have said — have spat out like venom in their usual style — but she can’t put a finger on one in particular.

“They can say and do whatever they want,” she says as she shakes her head. “You know that, Lex: it’s always been you above anyone else and always will be. I’d choose you in a heartbeat over them. You know I’ll always be front row for you.”

He heaves a sigh and leans his forehead against hers. His nerves are starting to act up — as usual before a performance, before he sits down and starts pouring his heart out on the drums — but she knows he’ll find his calm very soon.

“Just a little longer.” She tries to come off as reassuring, but there’s a pinch of fear — of the unknown, of failing, of having to go back — inside her at the plan they have come up with. “September is right behind the corner, then we’re both eighteen and out of that house for good. They won’t be able to stop either of us.”

“I know, I’m just… impatient.” He looks up when Bobby calls his name — they still have to rehearse their opening song for tonight. “I miss you when I’m not there, and I’m —”

“No need to be worried, Lex.” She pulls him into a side hug and breathes him in. And she doesn’t know it, not yet, but this will be the last time she’ll be able to do it. In her forties, she’ll still remember the way the fabric of his t-shirt felt against her cheek that night — soft and warm, smelling of the perfume she gave him on his last birthday; the way he playfully tugged on her braid, or how that chuckle ringed in the back of his throat. And even the way Reggie flirtingly called her just so that she would turn around. “Now go show them who’s best,” she chuckles, letting her brother go.

Watching them play always gives her a first-time kind of sensation, and there’s no stopping her from dancing around, just feeling the music. Now or Never is one of her favorite songs of theirs, and she just knows they’ll make it big. Landing a gig and playing at the Orpheum isn’t easy, but she’s looking at them — a bunch of seventeen-year olds, and she can’t but smile because they’ll hit the big time soon. Their own concerts, their own tours, no more sneaking around parents to play in a garage — but an actual career, with an actual label, and everything will be good.

And it’s almost exhilarating to know that they’re all willing to take her with them on their journey. It’s not like they’ll ever be able to get rid of Alex’s twin sister, not when they know how much they mean to each other, how important they are to each other as they wait to become of age. It’s the start of something big and she’s there with them, a bunch of kids she’s met almost by accident, and she can’t wait for tonight. The people, the Orpheum…

She jumps around, excited, and there’s nothing else. Not her parents’ venom towards Lex, not the billion and one problems at home, not even volleyball practice at school.

“Nancy!” She looks up when Reggie calls her name over Luke’s singing and when her eyes meet his, she realizes she’s tired of the endless and fruitless flirting and that she’d love to go to the school ball with him. “‘s one’s for you!” he grins, before joining the others in the chorus — Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever, But live it like it’s now or never.

She cheers, and even the girl behind her giggles as she cleans one of the tables in preparation for tonight.

The one before her is a sight that would turn into a picture in her mind with time, a photogram that would never fade, would never age. Four friends living their dream — and it’s amazing to know that one of them is the person she cares about the most in the world. She looks at them and even at forty-two, she won’t be able to think back of Bobby with contempt as he stands on that stage.

It feels like finally being a part of something bigger than just herself, even if she’s standing on the sidelines, watching someone else living the dream. She’s there for that; she’s there for them, and she will always be, wherever that’ll take them —

— She doesn’t know that ‘wherever’ is a dirty couch in a back alley. Or an ambulance that will just arrive at its destination too late. Right now it’s the Orpheum first, and then something bigger and better in the future.

When the song is over, she’s the first to clap and whistle in an empty Orpheum Theater, excitement bubbling up inside her, making her blood buzz in her veins.

“You’re the only groopie that matters,” Reggie jokes, pulling her into his side after jumping down the stage. “I’d ask you out on a post-gig burger if it wasn’t for…”

They both turn to glance at her brother and see him climbing down the stairs to the side of the stage to get to them.

“Dream on, Reginald,” he says and she laughs.

“It’s just rehearsals but you guys were killing it up there,” she smiles, intertwining her fingers with her brother’s. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“And that you snuck out just to come and see us,” Bobby adds, a grin shyly stretching on his lips.

“Bold of you to assume she’s not just here for Alex!” Luke picks her up from behind, his arms wrapped tight around her waist as he spins her around.

“Put me down,” she laughs out of breath. “He’s my brother. Of course, he’s the number one reason I’m here,” she jokes.

When he eventually puts her down and they stare at each other chuckling as they catch their breaths, Reggie is the first to speak. “You’re like family to us,” he says, “you make everything else worth it.”

She smiles, through her breathlessness and the skin of her face heating up. “You guys are family for me as well.”

There’s not much silence then, not when the few workers present cheer on the guys, distracting them from the moment. She stands there, smiling softly at the bassist in front of her, and he smiles at her just as warmly.

“For the record,” she whispers, “I would have said yes to that post-gig burger.”

And he smiles, cheeks flushing pink before Luke’s Street dogs? distracts them.

She watches as they all agree — all but Bobby, for he ‘could never hurt an animal,’ as he tries to flirt with the slightly older waitress. Rose. She’s nice, and as Nancy’s found out while the boys were setting their stuff up on stage, she has a group of her own. And just as Rose has made her feel at home while she had sat all alone on one of the stools, Nance steps in to steer the guys away just after Reggie gifts her one of their t-shirts — size beautiful, and she’ll forever remember those two words with a smile on her face even years later.

“I’m sorry, they just don’t know when to stop with the flirting,” she smiles apologetically just before guiding Luke towards the exit door.

“You coming with us?”

“Later,” she nods, turning to face her brother as he’s pulling his jacket on. “I wanna make sure everything’s in order for tonight. This is your big chance, right?”

He nods. “I’ll wait for you.”

And she’ll forever regret ever speaking her next words. “Nah, it’s okay. You go on, I’ll reach you in five, ten at most. Just make sure there’s something left for me.” Twenty-five years later she still hears her own chuckle, still feels her brother’s warm cheek against her perpetually chapped lips as she presses a see-you-later kiss to his skin.

She watches him leave, and answers to his ‘see you later’ with a wave of her hand.

It’s almost unbelievable how cruel things are at times. You’re seventeen, sneaking around your parents, having fun with your brother and his friends, playing the piano for them every once in a while… and then suddenly the wheel of fortune spins again, and something as small and insignificant as a hot dog turns into a major plot point. The wind changes, and suddenly the colors start fading, the music turns fainter and fainter, until there’s nothing but static silence.

When she leaves the building fifteen minutes — and an unexpected call from home — later, all she’s in the mood for are hot dogs and her friends. She doesn’t know where Bobby has gone off to, but she doesn’t pay it much attention as she wraps herself into her hoodie.

The night air isn’t too chilly, but there’s something to it that brings goosebumps to her skin. She’s nauseous, and she doesn’t know whether it’s because she’s just got off the phone with her yelling mother, but she doesn’t care. They’re not going back home tonight anyway — little does she know that she won’t be going home for a completely different reason than just celebrating with her brother and the guys.

The man selling street dogs out of his car greets her with a smile before she walks past him to fix herself a quick dinner. She’ll never understand how they’re yet to catch some disease from the weird food they eat before gigs, but she won’t have much more time to wonder.

“The guys are inside,” he tells her when she hands him the price, and all she can do is thank him with a grin on her lips, her stomach closed into a knot, before making her way to the makeshift dining area.

She stops in the entryway and quickly glances around before she spots them on the couch. Luke and Alex seem to have fallen asleep, but Reggie’s staring back at her and she finds herself blushing.

“Won’t you finish your hot dog?” she asks as she walks up to them, a smile on her face that slowly leaves its place to a frown when the boy doesn’t answer, doesn’t react in any way.

It’s then that the nausea gets stronger, and somehow she’s not in the mood to eat anymore.

“Reg? Cat got your tongue?” She fails at that chuckle and when she’s close enough, she almost crouches forward to shake him by his shoulder. “Prank’s over, your staring is unsettling.”

His head falls backward, against the back of the dirty and tattered couch, and it’s then that her heart starts beating in her temples. She stares at him, frowning, her hot dog still in her right hand.

“Reg?”

Her gaze moves down to his chest and suddenly, the place’s silence becomes deafening. She hears her heartbeat — she feels it everywhere in her body — just as she hears her breathing almost scratch every time she exhales. Her subconscious is quicker at reacting: her hand lets go of her friend’s shoulder all of a sudden, and it truly does feel like the contact burned her palm in a sickening way, but it takes her a full minute for the conscious part of her brain to catch up.

His chest is not heaving.

She gasps, and her hot dog drops down onto Reggie’s knee first and then to the floor.

Frantically, her gaze swipes over Luke and Lex. She’s aware of everything and nothing at once. Her palms turn clammy; her breathing gets deeper, it almost hurts her lungs; and just as her eyes move from Luke to her brother, she knows she’s about to throw up. It’s cold — despite the place being sheltered, despite Lex’s too-big hoodie on her: goosebumps tug painfully at her skin. And when her wandering eyes stop on the person she loves most in the world, her knees threaten to give out and make her trip over Reggie’s extended leg.

“Lex?” but her voice is a whisper. Her chest hurts as she seems to move in slow motion; her head is empty and heavy at the same time and oh my God, please, just —

She doesn’t know how she’s managed to take those three steps to stand in front of her brother, and even twenty-five years later, that still feels like the hardest thing she’s ever had to do.

He seems fine. She looks at him and there’s nothing weird on his face; he’s stained his shirt, but that can be fixed. Reggie could lend him his flannel. Hell, he could wear one of their Sunset Curve t-shirts!

“Lex.”

She doesn’t know she’s falling until her knees crash onto the rough concrete of the floor.

His hand is still warm when she gets a hold of it.

And she can’t move. The nausea almost makes her head spin, and she feels… empty. It starts slowly. It’s a feeling as tiny as a pinhead at first, but it grows quickly, like a black hole that eats and swallows her whole, quicker and quicker the more the momentum picks up.

“C’mon, it’ll be September soon… You have a concert tonight.”

But he doesn’t answer. And the more she stares at him, the more that whisper in the back of her head grows in volume —

— Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. —

— until it echoes in her mind and her ears and —

“An ambulance is coming,” someone says — to her, to the three boys in front of her, she doesn’t know, it doesn’t matter, nothing does. “I’m sorry, if we had realized sooner —”

But she’s already turning her head to the side to throw up.

The strongest memories of that night are the goosebumps, the cold, the nausea. And then that extreme loneliness building up inside her, quickly growing like some kind of alien parasite, rooting her to the spot, freezing her mind in a loop of Lex Lex Lex that just goes on indefinitely.

And then the flashing lights of an ambulance and Bobby calling her name — Nance? Nance? Nan—

—nce?”

She whips around so quickly she almost loses her balance on the heels she’s wearing. No one has called her ‘Nance’ in forever, even Michael preferred ‘Nancy’, but coupled with that weird feeling that has been rocking her for a couple of weeks now, it truly does feel like suddenly being back in some familiar place.

It takes her a couple of seconds before her sight zeroes in on the Trevor Wilson.

“Nancy?” The smile on his lips is unsure as he makes his way up to her between rows of clothes. He hasn’t changed since the last time she’s seen him, but at the same time she stares at him like he’s grown ten heads; like her brain can barely comprehend what’s going on. “That really you?” He has colorful clothes in his arms, she notices as her brain struggles to keep on functioning smoothly.

“Hey.”

“It’s been, what? Ten years?” Bobby’s never been good at small talk, and she realizes now that Trevor hasn’t become much better, not even after the decade that has passed since the last time she’s seen him at a teacher-parent meeting. “You look well.”

“Thank you.” Her heart is in her throat — it feels like choking, like gasping for air she can’t get —, and for a moment she forgets all about having a teenage daughter she needs to help find a dress for her school ball. “You look well, too.” It’s lame, but she can’t even attempt a chit-chat with the only one of them that got away on his legs.

“How have you —” He sighs, and he probably catches up with what she’s thinking — the way her brain has stopped working, the way it must be back into that loop of loss first and drugs later, when they had turned their backs on each other. “How are you?”

“It’s been forty-two years of shit, Bobby,” she sighs. “But the kids make it good. I hope Carrie’s doing well. She was a good pupil.”

“I’m not…” I’m not Bobby, that’s what he’s about to say. I’m not Bobby anymore. I haven’t been Bobby in twenty-five years. Bobby’s dead.

But Bobby isn’t dead, he didn’t share his friends’ fate, so he shuts up. He still remembers the black eye she gave him the very day Trevor Wilson’s first song — Luke’s song — came out, and she reads it right on his face, in the way his expression changes and falls in defeat.

“I’m helping my daughter with her dress now. I should go.” The smile she gives him is tired and tense, and she doesn’t put much effort into coming off as a happy woman for him, not after the bad joke he pulled in the past. “It was good seeing you. I wish you well.”

And with that she turns around, swallows the lump in her throat and for a moment thinks back to Lex. Lex, and the fact that she didn’t get the chance to see him age into the man Bobby’s had the chance to become. To Luke, and the success he would have had with his talent. And then to Reggie, whose open eyes still haunt her to this day — and although she’s grateful for her children, she can’t help but wonder how things would have turned out if she and Reg would have had a chance.

“Mom? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Sarah is standing there, at the entrance of the changing rooms area, and although there’s her usual concerned frown on her face, she truly does look like a princess in that navy dress she didn’t want to try on.

Nancy chuckles — she wouldn’t have thought of those words, but boy, are they spot on! “Just someone I used to know. So, what do you think of that?” she asks, desperately trying to steer the conversation into another direction. “I wasn’t always a mom, I used to have good taste in outfits, too.”

Sarah laughs at her joke and she does, too. And for a moment, a split second, she sees her brother in the way her daughter laughs and looks away for a moment. But that memory is as short and quick as a flash, and she doesn’t have time to think about it for too long.

“Yeah, I know.” She’s almost on the verge of spilling the beans — that she and Jake have gone through her secret box with all her memories, but she catches her tongue just in time. There’s no need to upset her mother, not when she’s been in her head so much these past two weeks. “But I like it, and you could do my hair…”

An hour later, they’re walking back to the car, bags with food and anything Sarah might need for her ball in their hands.

Bobby — Trevor — is there, and Nancy holds his gaze for a few seconds as she walks by. She barely has the time to see Carrie’s head disappear into her father’s car before the door closes with a slam. They stare at each other, but it’s not Nancy and Trevor: it’s a pregnant Nance standing in front of a Bobby whose face is about to meet her left hook. It’s tense and silent, and there’s the same guilt in his eyes that he had back in 1998.

How did things go like that? She’s had twenty-five years to look for an answer to that nagging question, but she’s never found one — not in the three years she’s spent with her feet in two different worlds, and not even after the birth of Jake in ‘98.

“I was over at the Molinas’ to help Carlos with his homework yesterday,” Sarah says as she lays her new dress down onto the back seat of the car. “Did you know Julie’s started playing again?”

Nancy stares at her daughter for a long minute and the longer she stands there, as she finishes putting the groceries in the trunk of the car, the more that soft smile stretches on her lips. “Really?”

Sarah nods. “She apparently has a band of holograms or something now. Carlos doesn’t exactly know how that works, but says they’re cool.”

“Her mother would be so proud.” The engine roars to life and when she turns to check that nothing or nobody is behind them as she puts the car in reverse, she catches her daughter’s questioning expression. “She had a group as well.”

The Sunset Curve demo her kids still listen to starts playing then, and Nancy has to be careful not to jolt the car to a stop — she didn’t remember it still being in the CD player, she thought Jake had brought it to college when he had left after spring break — he has been contemplating making his friends listen to his mom’s friends’ songs for months, but she must have been mistaken.

The silence is heavy, almost tense. It has the weight of a being alive of its own life, pressing down on her shoulders and robbing her of her breath as she leaves the parking lot of the mall and she heads back home. It’s always a pang to the heart, every time the notes start playing and Luke gets ready to sing again. And although it hurts, although the tears are always there, ready to prickle her eyes, it’s a way to keep them alive. Twenty-five years after their deaths, and she’s still childishly hoping that playing their songs will miraculously bring them all back to life.

It’s only when the chorus sings Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever, But live it like it’s now or never — the same one Reggie had playfully dedicated to her that night — that Sarah clears her throat. “I didn’t know you knew Mrs Molina well.”

Nancy hums. “We met once, before…”

“Oh.” There’s no need for explanations, nor to wait for her mother to finish that sentence. “I didn’t know.”

“We never had the chance to get close,” she shrugs. “But I’m glad you’re going along well with her kids. How’s Carlos doing?”

Sarah laughs, and it’s in that moment that the sun starts shining again. That weird feeling of slowly-building wholeness filling her cup one drop at a time is still there, and somehow it’s still something she can’t explain — maybe the pieces of an unfinished puzzle going back to their place? or maybe just life finally starting to go in the right direction? — but it doesn’t feel as nagging with her daughter’s laughter ringing in the cabin of the car.

“He’s starting his career as a ghost hunter.”

“A ghost hunter?” A smirk tugs at her lips and it feels good, after years spent trying her hardest to do something that should have always been so natural.

“Yeah, his dad was taking pictures of the house when they were still considering selling it and one came out with three orbs. Carlos thinks it could be his mom with some friends, or just some ghosts in general, and he wanted my help to set his channel up since he knows I helped Jake and the guys with theirs.”

Nancy chuckles, and she feels light again after so long. The last time she’s felt like that was when the divorce papers had finally been finalized, probably. “So, are you? Helping him, I mean?”

“Hell yeah, I am, mom! That kid is the best kid I’ve ever babysat. He’s going through all the old stuff at his place to see if he can find anything that might help him find out whose ghost he’s dealing with.” She smiles brightly — and Nancy can’t help but mirror her expression when she sees it from the corner of her eye at a red light. “I think I’m —”

— going to sing for Jake’s band.

It’s a week after that afternoon in the car, and Nance is still thinking about the news Sarah has informed her of a few hours ago. Her daughter has been acting weird for a week now, and although she couldn’t pinpoint the cause at first — Sarah wouldn’t tell her —, she’s now starting to understand. Jake and his friends had a falling out with their singer Peter the day before a possibly important gig at Eats&Beats, the same one Julie and her hologram friends played at, and she’s probably been pondering her brother’s offer.

Still, it somewhat stings, for there have never been secrets between her and her girl. The pride bubbling up inside her is stronger than anything else, though, and she can’t help but smile.

It’s the first time she smiles at what had used to be her and her brother’s secret place at the beach. That alcove used to echo with the sound of their laughter a long time ago, but had quickly turned silent after that night at the Orpheum. It’s just the way things go sometimes, when you can’t make them go the way you want, when life’s outcomes are way out of your control.

It’s peaceful, and for the first time in painfully long years, she truly does feel at peace. It’s a weird, almost stressful feeling for someone who’s never exactly felt at peace in her life, but she’d like to think that this truly is the start of a new and happy chapter in her life.

Lex is with her, with his head resting heavily on her thigh, much like the day she found and rescued him — or, well, the day he found and rescued her. He’s always by her side, and somehow he knows when she needs him the most. It’s not exactly like having her brother with her but it’s… close.

“I wish you were here.” She never talks to her brother out loud, but somehow she feels the need to do just that now. The words leave her lips before she has the chance to stop them, and she finds that it doesn’t hurt as much as she had always thought it would. “The kids are following in on your footsteps more than they are mine.”

And it’s not a bad thing. At all. It’s a relief neither Jake nor Sarah have gone down the path Michael had started to take her along with him. And although Jake behind the drums is still a sight she won’t become fully used to all that quickly — she hasn’t managed to in twenty years —, it’s still comforting in a way. She watches him play with her brother’s only remaining pair of drumsticks and she feels at home.

“I’m so proud of them, and I like to think you’d be, too.” Then, she smiles again. “Sarah asked me if I believe in ghosts the other day. If I think people with unfinished business come back from the afterlife in an attempt to see it through. If I think you’d ever come back, maybe with the guys. And I…”

But her voice fails her. One of her hands comes down to caress Lex’s head while the other plays with a smooth piece of wood she’s found in the sand.

The truth is, she’s spent longer than she’d ever be comfortable admitting with her mind wondering about that same question, bouncing around like a pinball.

She doesn’t know the reason for Sarah’s weird behavior isn’t Jake and his friends asking her to join September Dream. Just as she could never imagine that last week, when Carlos Molina invited her daughter to his sister’s garage party, she saw three guys she’s only ever seen in her mother’s polaroids playing right in front of her like life has never stopped.

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sleepysailorghost · 4 years ago

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flowers in your hair

The flowers are plentiful here, the sunshine warm and the day pleasant. It was serene here.

There was almost nothing like this in the wasteland. Anywhere else, this would be a trap. Just as they started to relax, something would attack, or a thousand rigged explosives would detonate.

Only, not this time. This seemed to be a place hidden from the world, not a fragment of the old world ravaged by nukes. Untouched and timeless.

Tracey breathed softly, threading her fingers through the soft soil. For once her geiger counter was silent. With her enhanced eye, she couldn't see any dangers. A warm, familiar hand settled on top of her own.

"Decorum prohibits it, but I feel like being close to you." her lover said, sitting beside her. She leaned on his shoulder. Neither of them were wearing their heavy armor-there was no need for it here. Power armor had been set aside for flannels. Tracey had put away the majority of her weapons, only her handgun was still on her person.

"I feel the same."She said. Danse raised her hand up to his lips as if to kiss it, only to be interrupted.

"Ugh, get a room!" MacCready whined, as if he wasn't laying half on Tracey's lap.

"Oh, let them be cute and mushy together! It'll make for a good story. i wish we could print pictures in the paper, like they did in old world papers!"She gestured at Tracey and Danse, as if targeting them in a camera. "Because let me tell you, this would sell a million papers!"

"How about no?" Tracey said, looking bemused at the situation. Danse set her hand down, not fond of public displays of affection. He didn't let go off her hand, though.

"Very immature, MacCready." Danse responded gruffly, a little embarrased. Maccready sprung to his feet.

"Noo!" he rejected.

"Yeah, sure." Piper said.

"Aw, whatever. Who needs your approval anyway?" He settled back onto Tracey's lap awkwardly, and somewhat crankily. Tracey ran her fingers through his hair fondly. "Ah stop that, boss! You're getting my hair dirty."

"Fresh round of lemonaid for everyone?"Codsworth floated in, two cups already at the ready.

"Sure, Codsworth. I'm sure everyone would appreciate that." Tracey answered. Codworth busied himself with passing out pre-war cups filled with juice. It was similar to lemonaid-citrus plants were too hardy to die off entirely. Not quite the lemons she remembered, but really, how often did she notice? Still lemons, they just tasted a little different.

She drank the lemonaid slowly, savoring the taste. Her throat was more dry than she thought. The cup clanked gently against her holotags, and she leaned back on her other hand, winding it into the flowers.

The flowers were golden and the stems were such a vibrant green. They were some sort of marrigold, or maybe a yellow daisy. Look, Tracey was a detective, not a florist. It seemed like they were healthier than even pre-war plants.

She remembered the days she and her sister had spent in flower patches like these. Those afternoons spent playing in the farmhouse yard, making daisy chains and memories. Within a few years, her sister and mother would die and her father would abandon her. No one could have predicted any of that, but it didn't stop her from over analyzing, looking for any sign of her sister's illness.

How unlucky did a person have to be to outlive not one, but two families? And their entire world?

Part of her wondered if she would outlive the one she was trying to build. She hoped not, knowing that trying to move on if she lost Danse and MacCready would kill her.

Danse took her hand again, holding it in both of his, pulling her back into the present.

How lucky had she been to be given three different families? Sure, the time she had spent with them was shorter than it should have been, but it was time that she treasured.

Taking her hand back from Danse, she picked up a flower. Then another, piling them on MacCready.

"Stop putting this shi-stuff on me."

"Jusy hold it for a second. I'm doing something." MacCready was a brother to Tracey, sure, but he was whiny sometimes. Taking two in her hands, she bent one under and over. Her hands were clumsy with particular movement-it had been a while since she had made a flower crown.

"Feeling creative today, Miss Tracey?" Codsworth quipped.

"Whatcha doing there, Blue?" Piper asked, looking on in confusion.

"You'll see."

Danse watched the movement of her hands as she added to the crown and weaved more flowers in. She roughly guessed out how large it would need to be and finished it. Gently, partially because she didn't want to jostle MacCready, raised her arms up placed the crown on Danse's head.

"Do you like it?" The paladin was flushed, a healthy pink glowing on his face. It was an intensely beautiful sight. Danse was an exceptionally handsome man, and it was complimented by the golden flower crown.

"Hey, Blue, I think you broke him."

"It's beautiful, Tracey." Danse finally responded. "Thank you."

"Hey, where's mine?" MacCready said, complaining playfully. Danse glares at him for a second, still wearing the flower crown as Tracey gathers more flowers for the craft. Just as she had the first time, she began. Soon enough, she had finished MacCready's crown.

"Sit up,"she nudged him.

"Aw Tracey, you didn't have to. Well, since you already made it..."

Rolling her eyes, she placed the flower crown on his head. Just then, quick hands grabbed it from him.

"Piper!" He shouted, springing to his feet like a Jack in the box. "I'm gonna get you!"

He and Piper ran around, the reporter trying to keep the flower crown from him, and the sniper trying to get it back.

Even Paladin Danse couldn't stifle a small chuckle at the sight.

Clumsily, his own hands retraced the same movements Tracey had used. His technique was unpracticed, but he imagined few people had the luxury to do this sort of thing on a regular basis.

He placed the crown on his lovers head, then caressed her cheek with his hand.

"For you." He almost whispered, drawing close to her. He pressed his lips to hers, pulled her into his arms. "I care very deeply for you."

Tracey cuddled into his arms, drawn to his warmth despite the warm day.

"I care deeply about you as well. I love you." The ways she said was almost like a confession, something she needed to be reprimanded for. "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

He didn't promise that nothing would happen. To do that would he a lie, and he did not want to lie to Tracey.

"You are so beloved, my dear." he said simply, kissing her cheek with chapped lips. Then again, slightly below, and again, dappling her cheek with many kisses. "I love you."

"Ha, look who's laughing now?" MacCready boasted, holding his flower crown up like some sort of trophy. "You're just jealous anyways."

"Jealous of what? Your immaturity?" Piper responded.

"No, my fabulous personality, charming wit, and great hair."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure you're very popular with the ladies."

"Being popular with women isn't important, Robert." Danse said, like that was some sort of comforting point. "It is more vital to show strong character and good morals."

"Yeah? What peice of Brotherhood propaganda did you get that from?"Piper sniped, another quip readied about how she didn't know Brotherhood soldiers even knew about sex, being that they just assembled new soldiers. Then she thought about how he had been kicked out of the Brotherhood for being a synth, and decided not to.

"Well, actually it's from-"Then Danse came to the realization that the reporter was ridiculing him, and cut off abruptly. "Never mind."

"I'll have you know, Piper, I'm plenty good with women. They can't get enough of me."

"Sure, not everyone digs the whole dirty-rat-mercenary look though."

"Geex, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?"MacCready asked. "Or are you just sore that I caught you earlier?"

"No, I let you win! I was bored of it anyway."

Tracey fiddled with the switches on her pip-boy idily while they argued, flipping from the statistics tab to the equipment tab and back again. She smiled to herself as she poked through the notes on her pip-boy.

Taking Danse's hand, she helped pull him up.

"Ready to go home?"

#i just wanted to write fluff #Tracey love #paladin danse #codworth #piper wright #maccready #rj maccready #fallout 4 #fluff #flower crowns #like blatant overuse of flower crowns #op has never once made a flower crown so make a note of that #i live in a desert and I ain't never seen that many flowers ok cut me some slack

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malereader-inserts · 5 years ago

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An Act of Kindness

Fandom: The Avengers Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader Summary: Peter never really knows you, but yet, you are a kind soul to know Word Count: 1,128 Request: hey! I love your writing from what I've read of it so far, and I'm sure it is all amazing! could I request a Peter Parker x Male!Reader? Off the prompts list from comfort: 2, angst: 12, love/romance: 10? tyvm Prompts: 10) “Will you stay?” “As long as you want me too.” 2) “Hold me. Just for a bit, okay? I just… I need someone to hold me.” 12) “I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind!” A/n: I will slowly run out of peter parker gifs, i sweAR TO GOD.

You stare at Peter, and he watches you back.

“I’m still shocked this is the first time you’ve been kidnapped,” You hummed, adjusting your hands that were tied up.

Peter scoffed, “I’m surprised this a daily occurrence to you.”

“I would hardly call it daily, Pete,” You answered back, tilting your head to one side and clicking all the bones, feeling relief as all the discomfort faded away, the rope rubbing against your wrist, “More like, once a month.”

“Hm,” Peter spat, you looked at him amusingly - a charming smile inflicting your lips as he looks up, he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “You’re untied aren’t you?”

“It’s rope, Pete, it’s not really that strong,” You reminded him as you showed your hands, shaking them slightly, then your hands softly rubbing against the wrist to release the pain, “Do remember that you have enhanced strength.”

You give him a pointed look whilst standing up, Peter looked defeated that you were stating out the obvious as he snaps out the rope from behind. You give him a soft charming smile and offer him a hand up. He looks at your hand and takes it, you and he weren’t the closest within the team - you care about each other’s welfare as teammates would but beyond that there was nothing much more.

“Come on, Pete,” You say, Peter finds it weird how you’re too comfortable around him that you’re too laid back in an atmosphere that’s supposed to be filled with tortured screams, “Best get out of here before they catch on we’ve gotten out.”

Peter doesn’t understand why or what it is with you but you had a calming presence, even after getting back to the Avengers’ base, you seem unphased and unbothered. But, yet, Peter was terrified in that situation and somehow he was incredibly happy that he was stuck with you, because even a simple reassuring look from you he felt at peace.

After a few hours of the kidnapping, no one had batted an eye towards Peter, seeing he looked and acted normal - no one seems to bother ask how he was. Peter was lucky to stay at the Avengers’ base that weekend, and yet, he was incredibly unlucky to stay at the Avengers’ base.

When the night had settled deep within, the base lack activity unless Peter found himself wandering in the labs (in which, Tony and Bruce was wide awake fiddling again), Peter felt alone - sitting in the living room with the TV acting as background noise.

“Hey Pete,” You softly greeted from behind, watching him jump out of his skin, “Wanted to check up on you after today, seem a little off.”

“Well,” Peter shrugs his shoulders, “I’m fine.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” You shrugged him off as you jumped over the sofa to sit next to you, “Stuff like today is traumatising, Peter, no one has actually check up on you.”

“It’s good,” Peter smiles, though not convincing, he looks at you, “Got you there, glad that you were there - the expert.”

There was a slight tease to his voice, you cracked a smile ad yet again Peter felt a wave of calamity, “Yeah, well,” You shrugged your shoulders, “After the first three times, it gets tiring.”

Peter looks at you, he doesn’t know what to say - he doesn’t know if he wants to carry on the conversation or not. You looked at him, he could see your mid racing to what to say. He’s somewhat thankful that you’re talking.

“Even though, that kidnapping is...” You paused, shook your head, “Listen, how are you holding up, want to talk about it?”

Peter pauses, he thinks quickly about it whether he wants to open up or not. He doesn’t know if whether you will make fun of him.

“I’m really glad you were there,” Peter found himself saying that again, “You were calm and you knew what you were doing, truth be told I was terrified.”

You nodded understanding, tilting your head to the side - almost as if you were invested in his words, which you were.

“Is it why you’re afraid to sleep tonight?” You questioned, thinking about the first time you were kidnapped, you were terrified of just even closing your eyes, “Because, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Peter looked at his hands, which he hadn’t realised he had been wringing them. Silence overtook the living room as you made yourself comfortable. Your back lying on the armrest and your feet towards Peter. You stare at him, not too strangely intense because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Scared to close my eyes,” Peter confessed, “I feel like I’ll drive the whole thing again, (Y/n), and you won’t be there to be an anchor, I’m scared to dream about things happening to you.”

“Oh,” had escaped your mouth, feeling indifferent, you barely knew each other.

“Yeah,” Petter nodded, throwing his head back, silence overtook again until a sigh had escape Peter as he looks at you, noticing you had got lost in your thoughts, “Will you stay?”

You snapped out and met his eyes in the dim lights, a soft smile inflicted your lips, “As long as you want me too.” Peter smiles as you open your arms, “Come here, you look like you need it.”

Peter was very hesitant before accepting your comfort, he lay his head upon your chest, your arm perfectly finding it’s fit around him like two perfect jigsaws. Your right hands softly stroke his hair as he listens to your heart.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” He asked softly, looking up at you as you looked down at him. His arms gripping your sweatshirt, “How do you cope with all these kidnappings.”

You softly chuckle, “In the great grand scheme of I don’t,” You admitted truthfully, “You’d think I’d get used to it but it takes a toll on you, sometimes, I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

“Oh,” Peter respond, you shrug your shoulders looking unphased, “No one ever checks upon you?”

“I’m not someone you really care for,” You responded, “I kinda cope with it, it’s why I checked up on you, Pete, because whilst I had no one - I want you to have someone there for you.”

“Well you have me now,” Peter committed to his words, sending you a goofy smile in which you returned, “But, for now, hold me. Just for a bit, okay? I just… I need someone to hold me.”

“You got it,” You say, relaxing into the sofa and closing your eyes.

Peter buries himself closer to your chest, feeling you tighten your grip slightly. And in the morning, the team finds two boys cuddling on the sofa, snoring loudly but content in the comfort of each other’s arms.

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x male!reader #x male reader #Avengers #avengers imagine

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mhdiaries · 4 years ago

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Diary of Catty Noir

It would be very unlucky for you if you read my diary.

August-13th-CURRENT MOOD-WHINY

I wanted to go to the maul today but I remembered I had a press conference. Well, my iCoffin remembered for me. I would have just as soon forgotten it. I really don’t like press conferences very much. I can’t really have a “bad day” when the cameras are on me, because I know it will be all over the internet gossip sites before the presser is even over. Of course that happens when I’m having a good day, too. Okay, gotta stop writing and get out my lucky press conference shoes. Since I’ve been wearing them I haven’t made any gossip worthy mistakes. I wonder how many more times I can wear them before the luck runs out? Gotta go.

The luck of the shoes held out! In fact, they held out so well and in such a big way, I might retire them. We lost power to the press conference. No lights-no camera-no action. It was eerie epic.

Back to my whine - So, most of my frustration with the gossip sites - yes, I’m moving on from the press conferences - is that I’m just a ghoul who likes to perform and sing, that sometimes I’m cranky when I don’t get enough sleep - okay, all the time when I don’t get enough sleep - ,that sometimes I get crushes on boys, that I dress the way I do not because I want to draw a crowd but because I like the styles I wear. Of course I can’t ever say any of this publicly, or the monster press will call me “spoiled”, “shallow”, “aloof” or “difficult”. I remember when this used to be fun. Yes, I know, millions of ghouls would love to trade places with me, and when I’m on stage I do forget everything except the fans and the music, and I’m sure that tomorrow I’ll feel completely different... or not. I can’t decide right now... *sigh*... what’s wrong with me? Blah - I need a nap.

September-13th-CURRENT MOOD-EXCITED

Lucky me! Just go my finalized concert schedule, and it looks like I’ll be closing out the year by doing shows in Londoom, Scaris, Boolin, Weresaw and Barceluna! My manager thinks they’ll all be sold out shows. Hopefully, I’ll get to do some fright seeing, too. I’ve always wanted to see the Eiffel Terror lit up at night and take a tour through the Terror of Londoom. I won’t get my hopes up though, because my schedule is usually packed tight. Oh well, at least I’m getting the chance to go and meet some new creepy cool fans.

October-13th-CURRENT MOOD-CAUTIOUS

I started thinking last night about how many shows I’ve done since I started performing, but it’s pretty unlucky to count certain things, so I stopped. It’s a lot though. I was in my first talent show when I was only seven. I don’t remember all the details as well as my parents do, but I have no trouble remembering the crowd at the little theatre jumping to their feet and cheering when I was done. Even then it made all my fur stand on end. Still does. I definitely remember when I was twelve and the limoscream pulled up into our driveway to take us to the finals of the national show where I got runner-up; well, it’s all been a blur since then. Lately, though, I’ve been wishing I could have a “normal” unlife, whatever that means...

I was living in the shadows,

A creature of the night,

Afraid that if you knew me

You’d be paralyzed with fright

But the moment that you saw me

You smiled and didn’t run,

Took my hand and gently pulled me

From the shadows to the sun.

Chorus

I’ve only wished forever

To find a friend like you,

Someone to look within the monster

And see a heart that’s true.

Now places that I used to haunt

Are so very far away,

And I’m never going back to them

‘Cause you’ve shown me it’s okay

To live life in the open

Where everyone can see,

‘Cause the thing that I was hiding

Is the thing that makes me me.

Chorus

I’ve only wished forever

To find a friend like you,

Someone to look within the monster

And see a heart that’s true.

To see a heart that’s true

December-13th-CURRENT MOOD-FRUSTRATED

I’ve completely lost my voice. The doctor said that I have “vocal exhaustion” and we’ve had to cancel the concert in Barceluna. I could actually feel my voice going in Weresaw during the second encore, and I should have chosen something a little easier on my throat, but because the energy from the crowd was so clawsome and because they were chanting “MCR-MCR-MCR”, I sang it. I feel terrible about Barceluna, but nothing that reading the news couldn’t make worse. There’s a report from an “unnamed source” saying I canceled the concert because the concert promoter wouldn’t paint my dressing room in my lucky color. I have a lot of superstitions, but none of them involve the color of my dressing room. To make matters worse, I’m not supposed to talk at all so my vocal cords can rest up. Right, I wouldn’t mind giving the whole music business a rest. When did it stop being fun and turn into work?

January-13th-CURRENT MOOD-NOSTALGIC

For the first time in the past six months I got to sleep in my own bed last night. It was really nice, and I felt like the luckiest ghoul in the world to be surrounded by all those little things I used to take for granted but that make home special. Things like the squeaky door to my bedroom that I would never let my dad fix because it was my “intruder alert”, or the soft yellow quilt my grandmother made for my seventh birthday; the one I cried about when she gave it to me because I thought that yellow was my unlucky color, but now the quilt is one of my favorite things in the whole world. Or how the thirteenth slat on the blind that covers my street facing window is bent just enough so that the light from one of the streetlamps comes through at just the right angle for me to lie in bed and make shadow puppets on the wall. I think most of all I just like that it’s quiet, because on the road it never is.

March-13th-CURRENT MOOD-EXCITED

Last night I have a small surprise concert... Well, not surprise, I guess, since we’d been leaving clues to where it would be online. Anyway, a group of ghouls from Monster High came backstage after the concert, and I know they thought they were hanging out with me, but I think it was the other way around. I can’t explain it, but I really felt a kinship there. One of them was a clawsome surfer ghoul named Lagoona Blue. She told me that she wished I could come and play at Monster High, and I told her if she had any extra lying around that I wouldn’t mind having that wish come true :). We exchanged emails, and as I watched the ghouls leave, part of me wanted to leave with them. It’s hard to have friends in this business, at least ones you can count on.

April-13th-CURRENT MOOD-RELAXED

I’ve been reading this new book, all about the mysterious disappearance of the last queen of the vampires. Her name was Elissabat, and on the day of her coronation 400 years ago she simply walked away and hasn’t been seen or heard from since. I guess the story is interesting to me because from the outside it’s hard for any monster to imagine walking away from the fame and glory of being a queen. I can’t say that I am the same position by a long way, but sometimes unlife is a lot different when you’re on the outside looking in. I remember talking to a fellow teen scream star Veronica Von Vamp about this when we were doing a music video together. She said that sometimes monsters envy other monster’s unlife because they imagine it’s perfect, even though unlife never is, so when the monster that’s living that “purrfect” unlife chooses to leave it behind to do something else, no explanation is ever satisfactory. “So don’t waste a lot of effort trying,” she said. “It just takes time away from doing what you want to do.”

May-13th-CURRENT MOOD-EXPECTANT

I’ve been talking to my mom and dad about giving up being a touring performer for a while, and today I made my decision. I still want to sing because I love it, but I also want to be in one place long enough to have friends and do things that a “normal” ghoul gets to do. My parents told me they would support me, but I needed to finish out the final concert dates on my schedule because I had already committed to them. I agreed, and so I will. I know this isn’t going to make much sense to any monster but me, and I know that my next press conference is going to suck the luck out of every charm I have, but it’s what I want to do. I will be enrolling this fall as a student at Monster High, and I’ve talked to Headless Headmistress Bloodgood about doing a final concert there. I’m going to need some extra luck to make it happen, though. Wonder if some monster has an extra wish they’re not using?

#monster high #monster high diary #13 wishes #catty noir

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o-pandora-o · 5 years ago

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Cat MC

Please bear in mind some spoilers in the game and in the event (The Devil’s Riddle).

You were looking for a book Satan asked you to find inside his room and accidentally you were tripped on a big book with a cat cover and suddenly….. You turned into a cat……How would the demon boys react?

Please bear with my writing this is the first shit I’ve done I’m so sorry if it’s bad.

Lucifer:

You were going outside Satan’s room to find help and you saw Luci roaming in the hallway. You made a small cry and he noticed you.

“Did Satan keep a cat? no worries I shall just open this matter to him” he said with a serious look on his face.

He was going to go away until you put a paw to his shoe. He made a glare and you fought his glare with a louder cry and so he replied “This cat got nerves”

“No can do, I do not own you nor I do not want any problems with any of my brothers so go back to Satan’s room now” When he left, you followed him to his room “this cat really got nerves to follow me here” he said.

Suddenly he got a call from Diavolo asking for an urgent meeting with him.

“If you really want to be with me then so be it, it seems you like me more than my brother, but I have matters to attend to.” he pats your head and you let out a small cry (saying like a goodbye or something).

You decided to sleep on his bed while waiting for him.

He came back when it’s already midnight.

He saw you on his bed curled up like a ball (you were turned back to normal)

He put a blanket to cover you up and placed a small peck on your forehead.

“Being a cat was fun” he heard a small mumble from you as you turn on the other side.

Mammon:

All right, you tumbled on this boi while he was looking for goods inside his house to sell.

You made a loud meow as you are stopping him from stealing goods

“D----AAAAAH!” Mammon screamed the top of his lungs.

“Who dare meows at THE GREAT MAMMON!” he says as you rolled your eyes at him. “Ooooh maybe I can sell this ca—OUUUCH!“ you hissed and lightly bit his hand as he picked you up “I was joking! Joking I tell you! Sheesh this cat” he put you down.

“So where is yer owner cat?” he asked, you rubbed your fur onto him and put your paw on his foot.

“That’s right! No one can stand THE GREAT MAMMON! Look you are already fascinated by my greatness” he said while you rolled you eyes.

“I have an idea!!” He took you and put you on top of his bed “Stay there till I get back!” he took a picture of you using his D.D.D.

You didn’t know he posted a picture of you while with the description “LOST CAT CONTACT MAMMON THE GREAT p.s give 10000 Grimm as reward”.

Yep, Mammon will be Mammon.

He came back late, it seems he had gone to the casino “TODAY’S MY LUCKY DAY! I WON THE JACKPOT WOHOO NOW I CAN BUY THOSE SHOES AND SUIT, it seems you are a lucky cat after all!”.

When he was busy counting Grimms, it was already midnight. Suddenly pink smoke was covering you and he saw it “Wait what’s happening?!”he said as the smoke was cleared he saw you.

“MC! You were the cat?!”

“Yeah it was me! Thanks for letting me stay in your room though” you said

“That’s right! Haha! The GREAT MAMMON always to the rescue haha” sweat drops

“I gtg to my room, I’m so sleepy cya Mammon thanks again!” you said as you left.

Bonus:

Early in the morning you came to Mammon’s room while you said “Mammon! Why did you post me being lost in exchange for grimm?!”

“Uh I can explain you see, I forgot to delete it and bye!” he said as he run off of bed.

Leviathan:

“Is that what I think it is?” he mumbled as he was supposed to be going out to refill his rations

Sucre Frenzy’s lead member recently had a jet black cat, which was similar to the color of your fur.

“Nah maybe it’s just lost, wandering in the house” he said while he left to buy 2 months’ worth of food.

You saw and heard what he said so you decided to go to his room and wait for him.

You were looking around the place until-

When he came back he saw you looking at Henry 2.0 and he thought you were going to eat him “NONONONO! Don’t eat my one and true friend!” whilst you gave him a quizzical cat look.

“AHHH! I got no time for this, I should open up the new Multiplayer game I bought aaaaah where is MC? Damn I need to play it now” he said while preparing his newly bought game, he messaged you in his D.D.D waiting for an answer. You went to the other controller and pressed play.

“Wait what that was for MC! I should restart this” when he was reaching for the menu button, you put your paw on his arm. ”Wait are you telling me not to restart?” you cried out a meow.

You played the new game with him and he was amazed, “Woah this cat is amazing it can play games! I’m gonna name you Henry 3.0!” and you gave him a doubtful look while you continue to play the new game he bought until midnight.

You landed the final blow to the last boss on the game and when Levi turned around pink smoke was covering you.

You were turned back into human! “OMG MC you were a cat? lolol so cool”

“This is my magical power! Lunaria, Wisteria, Primrose, Peony! Through the power of the flower I’m pretty as can be! I’m the magical mysterious MC!” you said as you pecked his cheeks.

“Watch out! I might steal your heart!” you wink leaving him flustered.

Satan:

He was looking for you inside his room, he was going to tell you that he found the book that you were helping him find.

“MC?? Hey MC? That’s weird, I swore she said that she was inside my ro—“Satan couldn’t finish his sentence when he found a small black cat lying around with his books.

“How did you get in here. Are you hungry? Do you want some food?”

Satan was excited he looked like a smol boi waiting for his Birthday present.

After a day full of feeding you, taking care of you and even took pictures of you like a cat mom flexing he decided that it’s time to set you free.

“If you stay here for too long your owner might be missing you”

You brushed your fur against his leg and he knelt down and brushed his hand on your head.

“Well I guess you could stay it’s pretty dark anyways”.

Satan carefully picked you up and took you to his bedroom and he put you down beside his pillow and let you fall asleep.

Not that he totally forgot about you though

When you both woke up it seems like you were back to normal and you saw Satan smirked.

“Good morning my lil kitten” definitely knows that you were the cat.

Asmodeus:

You went out of Satan’s room hoping to get help from someone and suddenly Asmodeus hurryingly going out of his room.

You followed Asmodeus while crying out a small meow. Apparently, he didn’t heard your cry for help.

He went to your room (as you followed him there) “MC! We need to go to the ma—oh she isn’t here” when he stopped you let out a loud cry and he finally noticed you.

“Awh what are you doing here? Were you lured here by my charm?” he said

“My, my, you have such a nice fur compared to other kitties seems like you also got the charm! And it doesn’t look like you don’t shed too much fur! I have a great idea! I’ll take you to the mall with me, you will be my new pet! Let’s share our charm to the entire world!” he said as he picked you up and took you outside.

After a day full of shopping, salon, taking pictures, and buying more stuff, you both went home before curfew.

He went to have some dinner while you run off to your room.

After dinner he was busy taking his stuff out of the bags you two bought

On midnight he noticed you were not in his bedroom, he went to search for you and seen you on your room “Oh little princess why are you in MC’s room? Speaking of MC I didn’t even see her during dinner and she isn’t even here.” and suddenly pink smoke was covering your body and suddenly you were turned back to normal.

“I never knew you could be a majestic cat MC,waaaah I really missed you” he said that while cuddling you.

“Now that I’m here why don’t we sleep in your bed?” you saw him smirk.

“No funny business alright? Being a cat is really tiring!” you said to him.

“Alright, alright! Just let me hug you” he said. “Fine” you replied while he pecked your lips and went to bed.

Beelzebub:

You hid from everyone until it was late night. You were hungry so you went to the kitchen hoping to find some food on the table but you were unlucky enough to find none.

You saw some unopened chips on the countertop so you jumped and grabbed it using your mouth. You tried to open the chips with your claws and your mouth but you failed.

Beel saw you in the kitchen and said “Do you want this? Hmm I don’t really know if chips are good for cats though”.

You nod and he opened the chips for you, you thanked him by crying out a meow.

When the chips was open you bite some and gave it to Beel, “Oh thanks” he replied as he pats your head.

As you two were eating, the clocked reached midnight.

A magical pink smoke appeared around you. You were turned back to normal.

“Wha- MC I didn’t know you have the power to turn into a cat!” Beel said as he kept eating chips.

“No wait I don---ah why bother btw thanks for the chips“ you pecked his cheek while you went upstairs to sleep.

Belphegor:

You were in shock of what happened and decided to ask your S/O, Belphie for help. You went to his bedroom to see himself napping as usual.

You did everything you can, meowing, hissing, carefully scratching his bedside, pouncing on him, putting your paw on his nose, and still nothing.

Nothing can wake up this boi

You gave up and tried to wait for him to wake up but you fell asleep beside him instead.

Cue Beel going to his room and found you two sleeping “Cute” he said.

After 2 hours Belphie woke up and saw a cat beside him. At first he was shocked but eventually he stroked the cat’s fur lightly not waking it up and soon began to sleep again.

You both woke up the next day with you lying down on the cold floor well at least you ain’t a cat anymore eh?

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Scrapbook 2021 | Pt III

For anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal.

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 80 books (as of today, i am at 52 books), finish five video games (at four at the moment), write more than 20 fics (at... 12) or something larger than 20k (negative), and write either an original short story or start a novel (i have started plotting for the novel? does that count?)

Past Years

2021 Pt I: January-April 2021 Pt II: May-August

MOVIES

September

Cruella

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

(Nightmare Before Christmas)

(Don’t Look Under the Bed)

October

Dune

(The Greatest Showman)

Sausage Party

Steel Magnolias

Fear Street: 1666

BOOKS

September

A Psalm for the Wild-Built | Becky Chambers [Fin]

Practical Magic | Alice Hoffman [Fin]

The Witness For the Dead | Katherine Addison

The Witch Boy | Molly Ostertag [Fin]

The Tea Dragon Society | Kay O’Neil [Fin]

Under the Whispering Door | TJ Klune [Fin]

The Tea Dragon Festival | Kay O’Neil [Fin]

The Daughters of Ys | M.T. Anderson [Fin]

The Tea Dragon Tapestry | Kay O’Neil [Fin]

The Last Graduate | Naomi Novak [Fin]

October

Dark Rise | C.S. Pacat [Fin]

The Witness For the Dead | Katherine Addison

A Spindle Splintered | Alix Harrow [Fin]

The Charm Offensive | Alison Cochrun [Fin]

The Wolf and the Woodsman

PODCASTS

September

(Wolf 359)

Mabel

October

N/A

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

September

What If..., s1

Watcher: Puppet History, s4

Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime, Final Season

Star Trek Discovery, s3

Star Wars Visions

MDZS, s3

October

What If..., s1

Watcher: Puppet History, s4

Watcher: Are You Scared?

MDZS, s3

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural, Final Season

Sense & Sensibility

Midnight Mass

Husbento Boxes | Imamu Room

VIDEO GAMES

September

Ori and the Will of the Wisps [Fin]

Pokemon Go

Persona 5 Royal, 192 hours

Pokemon Snap

October

Pokemon Go

Spiritfarer

Pokemon Snap

Animal Crossing

DELIGHTFUL FIC

September

One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear | Miraculous Ladybug | Adrien/Marinette | 103k | Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.

Dissection of a Frightened Creature by denimwrapped | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan & Shane | It's been about a week since a monster ran out of the sea and trampled huge swathes of Los Angeles.

Dreams of Rain by orphan_account | The Mandalorian | Luke/Din | 11k | How could fate make him so lucky, Luke wonders, and so unlucky at the same time. Here is this man, this gentle considerate man who chance has matched him to—and Luke can’t even touch him.

DADT, Damyata, Dayadhvam by trinityofone | Stargate Atlantis | Rodney/John | 8k | He was aware of the controversy surrounding the application of DADT policy to an international expedition—and an international expedition to another galaxy at that—but in the end, it didn’t matter. Everyone got the chip, or they didn’t go.

Four of Swords by etherati | Castlevania | Alucard/Sypha/Trevor | 5k | Trevor doesn't realize, when he first comes home, how badly he'd been missed. He figures it out.\

Between by winterkill | Castlevania | Alucard/Sypha/Trevor | 8k | Greta snorts, “If you care about my comfort, Alucard, tell your friends you’re in love with them. Maybe there’s room for a third in their bed.”

Tastes Like You by airinshaw | The Untamed | Lan Zhan/Wei Wuxian | 30k | Lan Wangji likes his life. It's predictable, unchanging, routine.Then a new neighbour moves in.

Blood Array by giraffeter | The Untamed | Wei Ying/Xue Yang | 16k | “I told you already that there’s not enough of Xiao Xingchen’s spiritual cognition left to bring him back,” he tells Xue Yang flatly. “What exactly are you hoping I’ll be able to accomplish?”

Lusimeles by spqr | Harry Potter | Draco/Harry | 23k | “You’re not special, Potter,” Kingsley informs him, not looking up from his work.

October

Check Raise by avocadomoon | IT | Richie/Eddie | 15k | "I was alone, and now I'm not," Eddie says. "Some prick sat down next to me and started yapping."

turns me to gold in the sunlight by TheMysteriousL | Shadow and Bone | Mal/Alina/Darkling | 50k | Or that story where Mal is mistaken for the sun summoner, rolls with it to protect Alina, Alina hides in bushes and around corners summoning for Mal to keep the charade going, the Dorkling catches feelings, and Ravka is not prepared for these disaster twins

Teamwork Makes the Dream Work by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Sara/Shane | 2.5k | Sara’s had the date circled on the calendar for a week before Shane notices.

Coconut Skins by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane/Sara | 4.5k | Shane's night has been planned for over two weeks now in the sense that he parks his car outside his place at exactly six-thirty, there’s a light on in the upstairs bedroom, and the blinds are drawn like there’s someone in there.

could be raining by Lise | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 3k | Alternately: Xue Yang gets in trouble, considers mortality, and meets Batman, in that order.

the red dark shifting by typefortydeductions | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 15k | In the aftermath of the disastrous events on Tarsus IV, Wei Ying is rescued by none other than Lan Zhan, his former Vulcan best friend and now Starfleet Captain.

Mercy by Lise | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 3k | Xiao Xingchen realizes who he's been living with in Yi City. He knows what he has to do.

Complimentary by blacktofade | Watcher | Ryan/Shane | 2k | Prompt: shyan + feminization! (your choice who)

might like you better (if we slept together) by iodhadh | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang/Song Lan | 1.5k | Xue Yang has been fucking Xiao Xingchen for two months when Xingchen suggests he meet his boyfriend. Considering Xue Yang thought they were having an affair, this comes as something of a surprise.

invisible strings by Wildehack (tyleet) | The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System | Shen Yuan/Shang Qinghua | 7k | Mission: What If? Fated Lovers On Another Planet has successfully been activated!

On Making a Legit Human Baby and Other Stories by Siria | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Shane/Ryan | 14k | "Oh, sure," Shane had said, rolling his eyes, "that weirdass Geocities-looking site with the giant blocks of Latin text that you ran through Google Translate is going to help you sprout an entire internal organ."

In The House Of My Father by entanglednow | Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | 12k | Aziraphale is hurried from his church in the middle of the night to do a service for Lord Gabriel. But the task he is given will test everything he believes.

(home sweet) no sweet home by Lise | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 6k | Battered, bruised, and more than a little fucked up, Xue Yang deals with it as usual: going into hiding to lick his wounds for a while.

the blood in your mouth by Lise | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang/Song Lan | 15k | Song Lan spirits Xiao Xingchen and a-Qing out of Yi City without fighting Xue Yang.

all that's left of two hearts on fire by Lirelyn | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang/Song Lan | 7k | Xiao Xingchen has two unexpected roommates.

an ocean that goes with your eyes by newredshoes | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 11k | Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen bring home the dragon egg they find over winter break. That's their first mistake.

Restoration by Zaatar | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 10k | Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen were reborn into each other's bodies. Song Lan is only looking for one of them.

raw silk and uncut wood by hisevilforest | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 43k | Xue Yang depends on the yin iron. When Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen take it from him, they'll have to deal with the consequences.

Full Disclosure by cirilien | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 20k | “That’s the best part,” Xue Yang says, gleeful again. “You’re my boyfriend for the weekend.”

Easy Things, Hard Things by beethechange | Ryan/Shane | 10k | “You’re wearing makeup?”

scarcely can speak for my thinking by cirilien | The Untamed | Lan Xichen/Nie Mingjue | 8k | Lan Xichen is overwhelmed, Wei Wuxian desperately wants to know what's going on, and Nie Huaisang has a plan that will probably work.

my world split open by typefortydeductions | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 3k | Lan Zhan is sad, and has decided to get into dragons about it.

all the better to bite you with by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 6k | While trying to find the Flatwoods Monster in West Virginia, Ryan and Shane wake up in a forest and realize that the Flatwoods Monster has found them.

most times a wish by impossibletruths | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 16k | Turns out the HR department may have had a point when they said don't bring your work home with you, and not just in the metaphorical sense. In his defense, it's not like he was trying to get anyone cursed.

perfect union by Yuu_chi | Venom | Venom/Eddie | 6k | Learning to live with the alien inside of you is one thing - learning how thin your barriers are between living and loving is another thing entirely.

full blown love by andrewraynes (mllevangogh) | The Adventure Zone | Magnus/Taako | 26k | Lup dies. Taako has nightmares. Magnus stays awake with him.

gently into morning by Lirelyn | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 5k | “You can go on, if you want,” he said when Zhou Zishu stopped for breath. “Scold and punish me for seven years, then I will scold you for the next seven, and then we’ll have to find something else to do.”

all I find is you by daltoneering | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 10k | Wei Wuxian has been on the road for months, without a conscious end goal in sight. He isn’t expecting to find what he was looking for in a fully-booked-out inn in the back of beyond.

i've waited much and far too long by ghoultown | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 7k | (or, ryan confesses his love for shane in a video call and, from that moment on, they're constantly calling each other)

lying with my darkest thought by LuckyDiceKirby | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 6k | He couldn’t find anything in Wen Kexing’s body that should be keeping him from waking; it stood to reason that it was his mind that was the problem.

Open Promises by manic_intent | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 5k | Sometimes, whenever an enterprising Qianyuan backed Zhou Zishu into a corner, he kept himself calm by counting the number of ways he could get away with castrating the offending Qianyuan on behalf of all other Kunze.

Landslide by spqr | Marvel | Peter/Tony | 8k | Peter jumps into the quantum realm with his heart in his throat. He steps out in 2018, on the edge of a lake he still has nightmares about.

caeca est by incendir | MDZS | Xue Yang/Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen | 18k | Xue Yang doesn’t want to fall asleep like this.

New and Used Boos by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 36k | Ryan Bergara, star of Source of Fortune, the titular duke in Duke of Payback—rumored to be in the conversation for the lead in the Mission Impossible reboot, which Shane can’t even talk about, he’s so excited—is in Shane’s poky little bookshop, flipping through a book called Haunt Him, Honey: Ten Steps to Achieving a Spiteful Afterlife.

living in my memory/living in my mouth by tardigradeschool | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 33k | Wei Wuxian dies at twenty-two and doesn’t come back. Lan Wangji dies in an “unfortunate accident” in a temple in Yunping at thirty-seven. The world moves on.

Danse Macabre by varelsen | Castlevania | Alucard/Trevor/ | 10k | Trevor and Alucard are forced to share a room. Alucard gets thirsty.

Nightblind by galateaGalvanized | Castlevania | Alucard/Trevor/Sypha | 5k | "He's thirsty," Trevor says, and both Sypha and Alucard look at him in shock. "That's it, isn't it? Last time you took a nap, you had those great vats of blood behind your coffin to keep you alive. This time you had only dust and straw."

Leave Me, Darling by saturnalyia | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 16k | Xiao Xingchen’s attempt to give Song Lan his eyes fails, leaving them both blind.

Existence is Chaos by blacktofade | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 10k | There's a recorded memory of them having sex, but Mobius refuses to admit that he and Loki have a sex tape. AKA the one where Mobius and Loki are destined to hook up.

Busy Doing the Devil’s Work by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved |Ryan/Shane/Sara | 16k | Inception AU: Ryan's not in the dream-share business anymore, but that doesn't stop Shane and Sara from calling in a favor.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

September

Marvel || Panda

thunderous [Mo Dao Zu Shi]

Loki | Beggin'

To DUNE | Denis Villeneuve

Sherlock || Dancing With The Devil

Spider-Man | Multiverse

Wanda & Vision || You were what i wanted

Wanda Maximoff || See What I've Become

MARVEL || Run It

The darkness behind you.

Spider-Man

Loki Series || 3 (Sylkius | Sylvie/Loki/Mobius)

Christine and Stephen Strange || Loving You Is a Losing Game

Star Wars | Kylo Ren

Arthur Morgan | REDEMPTION

Viva La Vida

SATURN | Loki and Sylvie

loki & mobius | someone good [+1x04]

[MDZS animatic] Make It Right

Wen Kexing || Glass Heart

Marvel || White Rabbit

MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) ft.@Lil Nas X

October

The Mandalorian | Promise

The Mandalorian

(Marvel) Avengers | Last Chance

Doctor Strange || Sacrifice (What If...?)

my relationship to eternity.

Khan || Animal

Multifandom || Believer

Guardians of the Multi-Verse || What If...? (Marvel)

Sabrina Spellman || Survivor

Thor & Loki - i hate u, i love u [ Thorki ]

Thor + Loki - Take Me To Church

Thor & Loki | Can't Pretend

(Marvel) Tony Stark | You can rest now

Wen Kexing νs Xie Wang ~Animals

Persona 5 Royal AMV - Pretty Little Psycho

akechi & joker | what's up danger

shuake | 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

🃏Persona 5 AMV = Over When It's Over🃏

break my heart | akeshu

Paul Atreides || Legends Never Die

Castlevania AMV - Warriors

Castlevania -Legends Never Die AMV

Dracula - Vengeance [ASMV]

Way Down We Go - Trevor Belmont {AMV}

「AMV」Castlevania - Believer

Castlevania [AMV] - When I Ruled The World

Castlevania Season 3 Trevor AMV - Old Town Road

Castlevania [AMV] - Tears Wont Stop

Castlevania AMV Forsaken

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

September

China Girl - David Bowie

On s’aimera toujours - coeur de pirate

t’es belle - coeur de pirate

rue des etoiles - gregoire

Everything Is Color - Juniper Vale

Snowbird - Ellaharp

Anthemoessa - Krispy DeRato

That’s What I Want - Lil Nas X

Life After Salem - Lil Nas X

Am I Dreaming - Lil Nas X, Miley Cyrus

Thunderous - Stray Kids

Rime Soundtrack

Writing Playlist

Dance Monkey - Tones and I

Moral of the Story - Ashe

Waving Through a Window - Ben Platt

Trampoline - Shaed

Leave Before You Love Me - Marshmello

I Need You - LeAnn Rimes

Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - Stars

Run It - DJ Snake

In the Stone - The Goon Sax

Good Girls - CHVRCHES

Ori, Embracing the Light - Gareth Coker

Arcade - Duncan Laurence

The Village Bride - Star Wars: Visions

Glass Heart - Tommee Profitt

October

Born Yesterday - Arca, Sia

Power - Isak Danielson

Put It On Me - Matt Maeson

Wolf - Skott

STFD - TeZATalks

Soolaimon - Neil Diamond

Holly Holy - Neil Diamond

transparent soul - willow

you were my lantern - plastic patina

nice and easy - american authors

trampoline - shaed & zayn

ramble on (atlas remix) - led zeppelin

monsters - all time low

POSTED FIC

September

Curtain Call | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 4,824 words | Loki turns towards Mobius, one eyebrow raised. “Were you planning on just sitting there?”

October

you taste just right, sweet like honey | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan/Xue Yang | 1,885 words | “And?” Xiao Xingchen asks, eyes dark and sparkling. “What do you want this mouth to do?”

all for us | The Grishaverse | The Darkling/Mal/Alina | 1,842 words | But in her dreams, she is still the sun summoner. In her dreams, she is still made of light.

they long to be (close to you) | Labyrinth | Jareth/Sarah | 1,209 words | “You’ve made me your creature,” Sarah Williams tells him when he comes to her, her lips twisted into a sneer.

who's the first to burn? | What If | Loki/Thor | 3,907 words | “We frost giants are shapeshifters by nature,” Loki murmurs, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Thor’s neck.

vampires will never hurt you | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane/Sara | 2,292 words | “I suppose that you’re going to tell me that you’re a ghost,” Shane says, his voice dry as kindling.

o'valley of plenty | The Witcher | Geralt/Jaskier | 1,169 words | “This is not your grave, sir,” Jaskier calls from his spot draped fetchingly across his gravestone.

all things devour | The Untamed | Lan Zhan/Wei Ying | 2,898 words | “I will not hurt you,” Lan Zhan tells Wei Ying. “They cannot make me.”

hope you gird about your waist | Loki | Loki/Sylvie/Mobius | 14,706 words | “Strike at me with this dagger,” the creature tells them, producing a blade from the folds of its cloak.

both unsettled, nighttime creatures | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 1,281 words | “Well,” a voice says, “you’ve sure got yourself into a pickle.”

may its splendor never fade | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 3,581 words | Mobius is lurking near the finger foods when he spots her from across the room.

day shall provide | Loki | Loki/Mobius/Sylvie | 3,708 words | “No one would question you visiting his house to see your sister,” Sylvie says, her legs crossed beneath her, but Loki cannot think about that—he’s still stuck on the part where she’s known, all along.

your ex-lover is dead | Persona 5 | Akechi/Akira | 2,651 words | “What do you mean, touch him?” Akechi whispers, his lips gone white.

let him be soft | Teen Wolf | Derek/Shane | 3,018 words | “This is a really bad idea,” he tells the goat as lightning flickers across the sky.

trick or treat | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 1,629 words | “Are you scared yet?” Ryan stage-whispers when Bigfoot attacks a rock concert about thirty minutes into the movie.

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

September

10k of Green Knight AU

1.5k of hair dye shenanigans

October

10k of Green Knight AU

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

September

N/A

October

Spooky Writing Playlist # 9

#heather says what #heather writes #scrapbook #2021

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laceymorganwrites · 5 years ago

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His lucky charm

Word Count: 2,396

Pairing: Oikawa x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, ooc Oikawa

Oikawa always got what he wanted. Always, without any doubt. That included you, even though the way he got you was a bit more complicated than he liked.

You were in the same class and you were very well aware of his reputation and status as a volleyball player. Ever since you watched the first volleyball match in which he played, you were fascinated and made it a habit to attend every single one of them. The only thing that irked you were his fangirls, you couldn´t blame them for being so over the top, but you could barely concentrate on the game with their screaming.

And they pushed you to the side all the time so that you didn´t have a good view anymore, from that point you made sure to be early for the matches to have a decent chance to get a good space.

You never would have thought to get this invested in something, you got by good in school, but weren´t in any club since nothing really interested you that much. Instead you tried out different things and hobbies in the club times.

Oikawa thought it was funny how you never talked to him about the games, after all you caught his eye ever since school started. During lessons you sat next to each other and had to work together a lot, talking to you was nice and easy, but it irritated him how you never mentioned that you knew him. In reality you didn´t think much about it, you knew that Oikawa knew very well what a great player he was and you didn´t see any reason to boost his ego any more. And, no matter how stupid that sounded, you wanted to get to know him beyond the persona he portrayed on the field.

Sure, you were just making small talk, as you would when you worked together on homework, but nothing more than that. He didn´t talk about himself, which was very hard for him, but he didn´t want to scare you away. You were the only person he made an effort with to not seem like an asshole.

Well, you´d find out his true colors sooner or later anyways.

After a while though your conversations seemed to fade out, they got boring and you talked less, concentrating more on the school work.

You hated yourself for it, but you noticed that you were just like all the other girls who had a crush on him. Not that you minded the crush, he was very attractive and you weren´t blind. But it was only his looks, so you didn´t think much of it. However lately the thought of getting to know him better seemed very appealing to you, even though you knew he wasn´t interested in you that way and you wouldn´t have a chance anyway with such a great competition.

“When´s your next game?” you casually asked, it couldn´t hurt to try, right? So far this was just a normal topic.

Oikawa´s eyes sparked, a smile plastering his face.

“I didn´t know you were interested in volleyball” he tilted his head, eyeing you curiously.

“Well, I wouldn´t say I´m interested in it, but I like watching your team play” you said honestly, you didn´t know what it was what it got you hooked, you just couldn´t look away.

“Aww, I´m flattered (Y/N)-chan!” he teased you, his smile turning into a mischievously grin.

“You know I said your team and not you specifically, right? If I did your fangirls would be all up my ass” you chuckled, not wanting to imagine the rage of all the girls who adored Oikawa to an obsessive level.

Oikawa laughed, it was a genuine one, you always managed to surprise him, maybe you were more interesting than he thought in the beginning of the year.

Well, if he was being honest with himself he already knew that ever since you first caught his eye at his games, you were the only one that counted for him, the way you intently watched the ball and the players, he liked to imagine that you only watched and cheered for him and that thought, as stupid as it sounded, it spurred him on. He always played best when you were in the stands.

He thought he´d never see you again that one time he saw his fangirls push you to the side, which angered him, but he was quite surprised when he saw you fight back and show up at the next game earlier than them with a triumphant smile on your face.

Yes, you amused him, somehow you seemed to genuinely care, unlike his other fans, well, he couldn´t really call you a fan of him personally even though the thought of that was irresistible.

“They don´t stand a chance against you” he noted, meeting your eyes. Somehow he seemed livelier today, but you couldn´t figure out why, it vexed you.

“Because I will fight to the blood with them over you? Damn, you really do have a high opinion of yourself” you laughed, crossing your arms.

“You´re so mean, (Y/N)-chan!” he pouted.

“Poor Oikawa, should I call your fangirls so they can kiss it better?” you teased him, yes, you were very interesting indeed and it excited him.

“Call me Tooru, and I please don´t call them, I´d much rather spend time with you” he flirted with you, making you laugh out loud.

“I´d rather not, thank you very much” you remarked funnily, you wouldn´t fall for a guy like him, you´d only get hurt like that and you knew it.

“You´re breaking my heart, (Y/N)-chan!” he clutched his chest for dramatic effect.

“Oh boo hoo” you mocked him.

“I´m gonna make you fall for me, you´ll see” he stated, making you laugh even more.

“Good luck with that, seriously I´m rooting for you” you joked, not admitting defeat to a guy like him, having a crush on him was already bad enough but actually fall for him? Hell no. That would mean he´d have a great personality, not be an asshole and actually be able to care about someone other than himself, in other words: it´d be impossible.

In the next weeks he kept you updated on the following games he´d play, even going as far as inviting you to watch him train. Something you said yes to in hopes that his coach would say no.

Unlucky for you, he said it was okay as long as you didn´t distract him too much, to which you scoffed. As if you were able to distract him.

You brought your homework along with you and did it in the time the team warmed up.

“Goddammit, isn´t it enough for you to have girls watch you when we play? Do you really have to bring them here too now?” Iwaizumi noted disapprovingly, making Oikawa pout.

“Well, I´m only bringing her here. She´s different than the others, I like talking to her” he admitted.

“Oh my god, you actually like her, don´t you?” Iwaizumi laughed at his hopeless friend.

“Yes and I´m gonna make her like me too” he told him determinedly.

Iwaizumi laughed even louder now, making Oikawa pout and whine at him.

“That´s never gonna happen” Iwaizumi stated, shaking his head. His friend had many fangirls that adored him, yes, and he was good with his words too, but being in an actual relationship with him would never work out, he´d just get bored with the girl and honestly, she´d break up with him as soon as she realized how much time volleyball actually took in his life. So falling in love with Oikawa really was fruitless.

The coach announced that the training would now begin and you put your homework inside your bag and watched them play. It was so magical every time you did, it felt like nothing existed in the world besides the players, the ball and the net. It was amazing seeing how all of them worked so well together, how everything was connected.

It brought a smile to your face and if you were being honest with yourself your attention was more on Oikawa than on anyone else, you told yourself it was because he was the setter and therefore the most important part in the game, but deep inside of you, you knew better.

“You know, I hate to admit it but I don´t think your chances are that bad” Iwaizumi told Oikawa after the training was over and they were getting changed.

“What made you change your mind?” Oikawa asked.

“Didn´t you see the way she was smiling at you?” he said.

“I mean I did...but that doesn´t mean anything, right?” he asked hopefully.

“It didn´t look like it meant nothing...and it´s not like you to be so pessimistic” Iwaizumi noticed.

“I know, but I really want her to like me! And don´t you dare laugh at me because of that” Oikawa always got what he wanted, he wasn´t used to anything else but with you it was different. You actually made him fairly insecure about his flirting and charm, maybe he really wasn´t good enough. Why did he even try? Even if you happened to like him, which to Oikawa was impossible, you´d just leave him anyway. Maybe he should just give it up.

He hated those thoughts of his, but they were all blown away once he saw you waiting for him.

Iwaizumi already went on ahead.

“What are you still doing here? I thought you already left” Oikawa asked, it was unusual for him to be so down, you had to admit you were a bit worried about him.

“I wanted to wait for you so we could go home together...” you mumbled, choking back your pride. Maybe you did like him more than you thought, for a part of you it was the worst thing that could happen, but for another part of you it didn´t seem so bad suddenly.

With him looking so sad, you knew you could say something like this without being judged or teased.

“Really? That´s so sweet of you, (Y/N), I´d like that” he smiled at you softly, you didn´t know what it was but something about him changed. A whole lot. And it scared you. Did he have a bad day? What was the cause for his sudden mood change?

You didn´t want to press the matter and intrude his privacy like that so you two started walking alongside each other.

“I liked watching you train today, thanks for inviting me” you smiled up to him, startling him a bit.

“You can come watch more often if you´d like” he quietly said, it was more like a wish than an invitation.

“I´d love to, but I don´t think your coach would like it that much” you admitted, as much as you loved watching Oikawa, but you couldn´t help but feel like you didn´t belong there. After all the coach made it clear not to distract and disturb the boys. So you were trying your best to be quiet and unobtrusive. You didn´t want to risk getting on the coach´s nerves.

“Well, he can´t really say anything against it, he knows I play better when you´re around” he stated neutrally, but it still managed to make your heart jump.

“But how do you know that? Today was the first time I was in your training” you thought out loud.

Oikawa chuckled lightly. “Do you really think I didn´t notice you in the games?” he told you, making you blush. So he really was looking at you, you didn´t just imagine things. Somehow that made you feel really warm.

“Now, now, I thought you knew better than to get distracted by your fangirls in a game?” you grinned, lightening up the mood.

“You know I can´t help it when you stick out so much, (Y/N)-chan, how could I not notice you?” he flirted back, you were getting dizzy, he was way too good at this.

In the course of the next weeks you grew closer, you were allowed to watch him train more often and you two flirted more too, it was clear to see that something was definitely going on, the only question was when one of you would have the guts to confess.

Normally you would have wanted to tell him early on to have it out of the way, but every time you wanted to tell him, your throat went dry and you couldn´t get a word out.

Sometimes being around him was too much, you could get lost in his eyes forever and it happened more than once that the two of you were just gazing at each other without saying a word for multiple minutes.

The day of the next match was growing closer and you wanted to wait with your confession until it was over, but you couldn´t take it anymore. It was too much, you had to get it out.

So when you and Oikawa were going home together you breathed in and then stopped.

“Can you wait for a second, I need to tell you something” you gulped when he looked at you expectantly.

“Remember how you said you´d make me like you? Well, you succeeded. And I know now isn´t the right time, but I just couldn´t keep it to myself anymore” you spoke way too fast and watched Oikawa´s expression turn from curious to straight up shocked, it drained all color from your face, so he didn´t like you back...why ever that came as a surprise to you.

“Seriously? And it´s not because I´m good at volleyball or because of my looks?” he asked, a big smile on his face. You shook your head.

“First of all, you´re not only good at volleyball, you´re amazing, don´t sell yourself short. And I like you for you, your looks are just a bonus” you explained.

“You know, (Y/N), I´ve liked you for a while now, but I always thought it was just like a normal crush and that the feeling would go away, but the more time I spent with you, the stronger it got. I´m so happy you like me back” he announced, putting his arms around you and pulling you close to hug you.

You practically melted into it, clinging to him and resting your head on his chest.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru

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ambidextrousarcher · 4 years ago

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Sarcastic StarBharat Reviews-Episode 18: In which there’s a (completely unnecessary) rain of lotuses

This is the promised reuploaded review. Under the cut, not tagging anyone.

This episode begins with a shot of fireworks bursting over Hastina. “Let it be known throughout Kururashtra that Maharaj Pandu has won the Swayamvar of Kuntibhoj’s daughter,” announces Satyavati in the throne room. The courtiers all cheer Honey Boy’s name. Camera cuts to Drama Queen as Ms. Always Patnidharma makes an entry. “I’ve brought food,” she says. “Hmm. Keep it,” he replies curtly. She gestures to the servants, who do so. (Why are we paying so much attention to Drama Queen eating. Ms. Always Patnidharma seems tense, too, and she’s holding Sukhda’s hands. I can’t see anything apart from the fact that according to StarBharat, both Gandhari and Sukhda have manicured hands and long, buffed nails.) Drama Queen eats a morsel, looking thoughtful. He says, “The taste is different today,” Sukhda says “Kumari Gandhari has made it to the flavors of Gandhar,” Ugh. Must every other episode have a syrupy sweet scene? This isn’t Sasuraal Simar Ka or something, it’s supposed to be the Mahabharat! “If you don’t like it, I can tell them to bring something else,” says Ms. Always Patnidharma. “No,” says Drama Queen, “The flavor of Gandhar is good. Different, but good.” There’s sweeping melodic music, like this is some kind of grand love proposal, complete with smiles all round. I’m counting this canon fail #34 for good measure. “Will you not sit?” he asks. So help me, someone who actually does exist! She looks shocked. Sukhda nods at her and leads her to sit. “I see Gandhar’s kitchen has entered Hastina,” he says. “This is the first try,” replies Ms. Patnidharma shyly. “It’s a good try, unfortunately, it will not be appreciated here, only Kuntibhoj’s culture will have an impact here in Hastina.” Of course, Drama Queen, drag that into this too. “What is the harm if some of the food is from here, some from Gandhar and some from Kunti?” Wow, what a terrible analogy. He pushes the food away. “Do not seek to teach me! You have no right to advice me!” Dude, she’s your wife. Cease all this ott drama, will you? “I’m trying to calm you down. I can understand that you’re still tense,” she says. This is followed by an even more terrible temple analogy I can’t make sense of, which ends with “We must accept God’s will. It’s better to forget bitterness and welcome Pandu and Kunti…” she touches his shoulder. He, predictably, lashes out. “Do not touch me! I have not given you that right. Whenever I try to accept you as my wife, this is what stops me. You show me again and again how much myself being disrespected gladdens your heart. Neither will I welcome them, nor shall you. I am your husband. My orders are your limit. Whether you accept them or cross them, I leave that on you.” Ugh, dude, how terrible can you be??? Then comes the telltale peacock feather. Ugh, for the last two episodes, we were free of this guy and here he comes up again. Skip. Skip. Skip. This is about bonds of marriage, apparently. Scene changes to Kunti and Pandu bending to take Kuntibhoj’s blessings. He stops her and asks her to take blessings from her birth-father, Shurasena. I’m counting this as canon fail #35. No Yadava dad would be so terrible that he would not even say one word to his daughter if he were actually around during her marriage. Please correct me if Shurasena is actually this terrible, okay? Shurasena digresses, saying that the honor is that of the man who brought her up. Honey Boy agrees with Shurasena, saying that the person who gives up their child just after its birth will always have second place in the child’s life. Camera pans to Ms. Melodrama. Girl, I get it okay? You didn’t want to do what you did. I got that the first time. Also, hats off to the writers for dragging it this much. They take the blessings and Pandu leaves ahead. Kunti hugs Priyamvada. “Can you see how great my husband’s thoughts are?” Oh no. “I’ve become very lucky on marrying him,” Girl, this guy literally dies because he’s too horny to keep it in his pants, okay? That’s not my definition of wise. “Yes, Princess, I can see that. All I ask is that you do not do anything to jeopardize that luck.” Kunti looks askance at Priyamvada. “I cannot cheat my husband!” “Lying for advantage is called cheating. Hiding the truth to protect yourself is not cheating.” “Do not spin webs of lies, Priyamvada,” “The truth of the world is unknown to those who have lived their entire lives in palaces, Princess, yet this very same truth can turn into a weapon in the hands of an enemy.” She ties a black thread on Kunti’s wrist. “What are you doing?” Kunti asks. “This is a charm, Princess, for the happiness of you and your husband. Swear that you will not tell him about your past until this is tied on your hand,” You…do realize she can untie it anytime, don’t you? Ms. Melodrama goes off on a rant about the number of wrongs she did. Canon fail #36, I’d say. The Kunti of the Mahabharata is a pragmatic person, I think she felt guilty about Karn, sure, but not to this extent that she about stopped living her life and its joys. Besides, I think that, if she gets the choice, she’d choose her five sons. (I really want to yell Arjun’s name, but I desist.) There are servants standing right behind her all the while she’s bemoaning her child’s fate, you honestly want me to believe this wasn’t the servant’s gossip of the day and stayed secret in this show? (In canon, it does stay secret, but this isn’t canon) Cue first half of precap scene and then Mr. Glitterwash makes an entry, praying to his Godly dad (I don’t think he knows yet) There’s badass music I’m trying to tune out, because as far as I am concerned, that guy ain’t badass. “Help!” Someone yells. Ah, I see, this is where he turns into Batman. A really poor imitation of Batman. Canon fail #37. This guy isn’t nearly as heroic. In fact, in canon, his entire motivation in life is to kill Arjun. Seriously. He’s the King of Anga, the hotbed of sexual slavery and he does nothing to save anyone there. There’s a kid flailing on a chariot crying for help, everyone scatters in his wake, until enter Mr. Glitterwash, who runs behind the chariot. The chariot strikes a stone on a grassy cliff, the kid goes flying off the cliff and Mr. Glitterwash does his Batman gig. Hang on, isn’t this guy’s selling point the ‘fact’ that he had been ‘poor and downtrodden’ (which he never was)? The guy literally had gold everywhere on him! He’s freaking wearing golden-colored shoes! What the…? Canon fail #38. Being born of God or not, Mr. Glitterwash is as human as anyone else, and he should have died after that stunt, as he lands on solid Earth. Now, if he’d landed on water, he might have survived. Instead, the Sun apparently gives him energy and he saves the other kid. “Son!” The other kid’s mama rushes to them. “Karn!” Oh, this is his adopted mom making an entry. “Radha,” says a random guy, “Your son is divine,” “Radha ma!” exclaims Glitterwash. She dunks a pot of water on him and breaks the pot. She drags him off protesting. I don’t know what the point of this is…until she asks him what the hell he was doing. Oh, so they are setting him up as heroic. I see. Anyone reading this, please don’t start thinking that this stuff is canon. IT’S COMPLETELY NON-CANON. “I was saving the child!” “Who’ll save you? Bhairav himself?” AARGH. This guy is not heroic! I’ll keep repeating it. She tells him that he’ll be punished. He asks her if she is angry. She tells him to stop making her angry and then ask this question like a wet cat. Speaking of wet cats, this guy seems to have dried up awfully fast from the drench he got like, 2 seconds ago? He’s like “I’m Adhirath’s son, it’s my duty to protect.” Huh? What? You know what, I can’t find it in myself to care. She replies that it’s her duty to protect him from his father. He says that his father is with the King in Kuntibhoj. She replies that they are coming back with the Queen and they should get ready for the Darshan. He goes “You mean they are going to see us?” “Why would they see us?” she asks. “We are neither criminals, nor brave warriors,” “You said that if a King looks at us, we will be very lucky.” “Or very unlucky. The gaze of great people have great consequences.” Okay, quit it with the melodrama foreshadowing already, will you? “Then they should definitely look at us.” “But how?” He gets an inward look in his eye. Uh-oh, I don’t like this at all. They’re gonna glitterwash him more, it’s obvious. Pandu and Kunti enter Hastina on a chariot to the sound of cheers. Priyamvada’s parting words about keeping her secret flash in Kunti’s mind. The chariot stops. “Why have you stopped, Adhirath?” asks Pandu. “The Mahamantri is here to welcome you, Maharaj,” he says. There is a round of the obligatory pranipaat’s. Vidur says that Satyavati has asked Pandu to visit Lord Rama’s temple before going home. Pandu asks if Vidur won’t welcome his Bhabhishree and Bhraata. Vidur smiles and says he’ll be their charioteer. He sends Adhirath home. Adhirath runs to Radha who tells him that their son has gone to prepare for the King’s welcome. Adhirath asks Radha why she didn’t stop him, as he might use the bow and arrow. (Okay, this…doesn’t seem believable to me.) Gilligan Cut to Mr. Glitterwash praying to Surya and drawing his bow and arrow. “You don’t understand the seriousness of this. I’ll have to stop him now, where is he?” asks Adhirath. Um, but excuse me, please. Karn is canonically Drona’s student. He canonically learnt weaponry from Dron, so what exactly is the issue? Oh, I know! The issue is canon fail #39. Considering Karna is Drona’s student, and that charioteers have to defend themselves often, it’s kind of ridiculous that Karn using a bow can cause such haha-huhu. Scene cuts to Karn who’s praying to Surya so that his objective is achieved without harming anyone. Canon fail #40. Nothing of this sort, which leads a rain of lotuses, ever happens in canon. And Karn is seriously not the sort to worry whether he hurt someone or not. Vidur takes the reins of the chariot in hand just as Karn shoots the arrow which strikes a bed of lotuses causing them to rain on Pandu and Kunti. Ms. Melodrama remembers the flowers from her stuffing them in a basket along with Glitterwash and promptly goes into mind-angst mode. She laments that the ‘light of her heart’ (who’ll want to kill her biologically youngest son later for the crime of being a better warrior) had been sent with these flowers. “Vidur, who caused this rain of flowers? Who exhibits such great archery” What the-? BTW, THIS IS NOT CANONICAL! Archery is not some divine gift that Glitterwash got. He worked towards it, as did other, better archers, heck Bheem is better than Glitterwash most of the time in canon. Ms. Melodrama holds the lotus close. The strains of the song “Suryadev Sogaye…” starts as Glitterwash comes forward. She’s anxiously looking for him as he is approaching from the back. She turns back, still looking for him. Episode ends. I suppose this is a catchphrase by now, but I am dreading the next episode. Precap: “I’m disturbed by what I heard in Kuntinagar,” says Ms. Melodrama to Ms. Always Patnidharma. She says something I don’t get and then says that a thorn in the garden of a new house is not a good omen. Ms. Always Patnidharma tells her that her elder brother loves Honey Boy a lot. Scene changes to Poseur and Drama Queen sitting at a board of dice. “Prince Pandu has defeated us handily, I have nothing but hate in my heart for him.” says Poseur. Drama Queen demonstrates his immense ocular muscle control as he strikes the board with a knife.

Wow, I got through this episode in one sitting! *Pats self on the back* Gosh, my tolerance levels are getting better for this wank.

#sarcastic starbharat reviews #scribbler gets salty #nila rants like hell #ep 18

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makoto-nanami · 4 years ago

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Miraculous Rewrite: Origins Part 1 (Chapter 3)

Back again! Finally Part 1 is done! We see Alice’s react to Fu’s choice and Paris’s heroes, but what’s this voice she’s hearing! Also, @blue-peach14 asked for a tag, hope this works... (^_^’) Oh and don’t worry we’ll get to some Adrien support soon!

“Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Mr Adrien Agreste.” Wha… What did he say? “I deemed them pure of heart and worthy of the Miraculous, they may be young, but I believe they can protect this city.” I stared at him, unable to comprehend his decision, while a part of me was telling me to accept his choice and move on to watching over them, the part of me that had been screaming with me from birth cussed this fool out! He glanced at me unsure of who was in control, the wise creator or a very angry teenager.

“Are… are you an idiot?! I don’t care if they are pure of heart, you don’t get to decide an important thing like that based off your damned intuition! Not only have I not met this Agreste guy, but you also chose a child, you chose Marinette! A girl while I am sure would benefit from being a hero, is one disaster from a mental breakdown! I bet you didn’t know she gets bullied in class, huh? From what I’ve observed today she barely has any friends because of that! Then you come along and decide this child who is already a nervous wreck, should have the weight of the damned world on her shoulders as well. I get it, we’re pressed for options and time, but did you not think for a second how this could affect her?!” I knew it was useless arguing this but… to have that responsibility just thrown onto you, no explanation, your priorities rearranged against your will… no child needs that. “I need to find her and explain the situation to her, then I’ll figure out how to find that Agreste guy.”

“You mustn’t. They mustn’t know their identities!” I glare at him and he flinches.

“I will not divulge any information that could lead to the abuse of the Miraculous, Fu. But I refuse to let them go through this alone. You better pray that you haven’t made a mistake.”

I go to my luggage and grab one of my green hoodies, it was very baggy and bigger than me, just how I like it. It was big enough to reach the end of my skirt and the hood was deep enough to hide my face, till I had a better way to hide, this would have to do. I head out, not sparing Fu a glance and headed towards the stadium.

As I run through the streets of Paris, I feel that pain in my head again. The voice from before whispering, as if telling me a secret. “This way…” Where… who? “This way quickly… just open your eyes…” Open… my eyes? They are open. In my confusion I notice a zip of red zoom up above, what the hell?! A girl dressed in red and black spots, seemingly being slingshot towards a boy dressed in black and… are those cat ears?! They collide knocking them both over the stick the boy was balancing on, the string the girl was holding onto, coiling around their bodies keeping them suspended in the air.

“Well, hey there. Nice of you to drop in.” The boy in black chuckled.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose.” That self-deprecative tone... that must be Marinette, but why can’t I recognise her. ‘Open your eyes…’ there it is again. My eyes are open damn it!

“I bet you’re the partner my Kwami told me about. I’m?” Don’t you dare kid. “Chat Noir. Yeah, Chat Noir. And you?” Black cat… really? At least it’s not Cat-man.

I’m Ma… err… Mar… uhh…” I panic, Marinette don’t reveal yourself right away! I see her struggling with her… oh, gods… is that a yoyo? She tugs on it and they fall to the ground, the yoyo hitting Chat on the way down. “Madly Clumsy. I’m so clumsy.” Great save Marinette… But the boy just chuckles at her.

“No sweat, clumsy girl. I’m still learning the ropes too.” Marinette begins to smile, probably because she doesn’t feel too alone in this, that good. But it quickly gets ruined when the floor trembles. I look up and see a building fall and then Chat Noir zipping up using his baton.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Marinette looks shocked, confused on what’s going on. But the boy just keeps moving.

“To save Paris, right?”

“Ugh…” Marinette looks down, like how she looked when she was arguing with Chloé this morning. She readies her yoyo aiming somewhere in the rooftops. “Trust yourself, trust yourself…” I rush out to stop her for a second, but she follows Chat towards the Akuma. Damn, I got so caught up in observing them and that weird voice, I couldn’t tell them anything… I better catch up, damn superheroes and their ability to jump like final fantasy characters. I climb up a fire escape, jumping across the close buildings, using them as shortcuts to Parc des Princes.

I finally arrive at the arena, seeing Marinette panic as Chat was fighting Ivan, he was fighting but every time he hit him, he only got bigger. I look around, most of the people had evacuated but I noticed Alya was here… she seriously followed Ivan despite all this danger; some would say that’s brave; I would call it stupid, I’m so gonna chew her out later… I see Marinette hyperventilating, the panic on her face making her paler and paler by the second. I run up to her and grab her shoulders trying to get her to look at me. “Marinette, you need to focus, calm down and breathe.” She doesn’t hear me, she continues muttering to herself.

“Oh, I can’t. I’m not gonna be able to do it… I can’t.”

I keep shaking her, but she’s stuck in her cycle of ‘I can’t’. I finally get her to look me in the eyes, but I can tell she’s not seeing me in her clouded gaze. “Open your eyes…” My eyes widen at the voice, huh? When I look into the panicked girl's hues, I could see an erratic wave of colour, I could hear a distorted voice, it sounded like Marinette but I couldn’t hear what she was saying, she was too panicked. I grabbed her hands and put them together easily. I smack her hands together, not too hard that it would make her hands go numb, but hard enough to shock her, she looks me in the eyes in surprise, her eyes clear, the distorted voice clear… ‘I want to save them.’

“You can do this.” She turns around and takes in the scene. Cat Noir gets flung and Ivan throws a goalpost towards both Chat and Alya, but Chat bats it away. Alya spots the red and black spotted heroine and calls out.

“What are you waiting for, super red bug? The world is watching you!”

Alya smiles as she adjusts her phone to focus on the heroine, I step back to avoid being on camera. Marinette looks back, worried but filled with confidence. I smile back. “Don’t worry, we’ll talk later. You heard her, go get ‘em Super Bug.” She jumps into the stadium and lassos the stone giant’s fist making it miss the black cat before he got creamed. “Animal cruelty? How shameful!” She taunts. Alya cheers as she records from her spot. I guess I just need to observe them now, see how they handle their powers and teamwork, I recall the stories Eva told me about the Miraculous, each powerful, can they handle it, we’ll see.

Marinette stays focused on the Akuma but helps Chat Noir up. “Sorry, it took so long, Chat Noir.”

“It’s cool, Wonderbug. Now, let’s kick his rocky behind!” This one seems hot-headed; it might cost him if he doesn’t keep that in check.

“Wait!” As Chat is about to charge the Akuma, she grabs his tail stopping him. “Haven’t you noticed? He gets bigger and stronger with every attack. We have to do something different.” Clever girl.

“Different how?” She pauses at that before looking away.

“Uhhh... I don’t know.” She’s almost there, she just needs to step back from herself and think. Chat rolls his eyes playfully before his face shows his obvious ‘I got an idea’ expression.

“Okay then. Let’s use our powers. Cataclysm! Apparently, I destroy whatever I touch.” He says smugly… this will end well. Marinette shares my sentients, not impressed by the boy’s smug tone.

“I don’t need a superpower to destroy everything.” He laughs her off and goes to touch the goalpost. Did he not get told how his power works?! I get Plagg is lazy but… where did that come from… damn reincarnation voodoo. Both Marinette and I call out in hopes to stop him.

“No, don’t do that!” The post rusts and decays into dust. Chat looks at his hand with awe before turning to the Akuma with confidence plastering his face.

“Cool! It’s just you and me now! Time to rumble, soon-to-be rubble!”

“Chat Noir! Wait!” Is he seriously going to try and Cataclysm an Akuma victim? Did Plagg not tell him anything?! Chat runs up to Ivan ready to hit him, but when he does, he realises nothing is happening, he smacks him a few more times, as if he was trying to get an old tv to work before looking up at the giant and weakly chuckling.

“Uh-oh. I guess I only get one shot to use my power.” The giant throws him with his left arm while tightly clenching his right… it couldn’t be…

Marinette runs up to the cat boy and stares at him unimpressed. “Any you only have 5 minutes before you transform back. Didn’t your Kwami explain anything to you?” Finally, why the heck did Plagg not tell him anything?! He gets up and looks away with a weak guilty smile.

“I guess I was a little excited about my new life.” So, it wasn’t Plagg’s fault?! Ugh… this kid, I’d deck him if this wasn’t all new to him. I breathe slowly, I’ll lecture him when I finally get to meet the boy under the mask, what a pain. He has the drive to be a hero, he just needs to calm down and remember this isn’t a game or anime, let’s hope he realises this soon.

Marinette sighs before she looks back at the Akuma with determination in her eyes. “Well, up to me. Lucky Charm!” She throws her yoyo up in the air, a light-emitting from it and morphing into… a suit? I get that the Lucky Charm gives you what you need for the situation but… wow… that’s one unlucky ladybug. Let’s see how she handles this obstacle.

“Super…power?” Chat judges, unsure of how helpful this would be. But Marinette while confused still looked determined to solve this problem.

“My Kwami told me I need to break the object where the whatcha-ma-call-it… er, Akuma is hiding.”

“Well, he’s made entirely out of stone.”

“His right hand, it’s still closed.” There you go, just had to think about it. “He never opens it. It’s like the Russian dolls. The object isn’t on him or part of him, it’s hidden in his fist!”

“So what’s your plan?” Chat gets ready to pounce, but Marinette quickly looks around before smiling. What has this shy little girl come up with to face this foe? She darts to a hosepipe and grabs it before tying it to the suit. Then while holding the suit ties up Chat with her yoyo, shocking the young boy.

“Don’t resist. Trust me!” she throws him… she bloody threw him… huh.

“This girl’s crazy!!” Ivan catches him with his left hand and refuses to let go. The heroine then ran up to the Akuma and taunts him.

“Catch me if you can!” He finally opens his right hand, dropping a small purple object before grabbing the girl and the suit. “And now… Alya! The tap!”

Alya realises quickly what she’s talking about and goes to the tap and turns it on. The water sprouts and inflates the suit Marinette was holding, forcing Ivan to let go of her. She lands and breaks the akumatized object on the floor, producing a purple moth/butterfly, the Akuma. Why is she just watching it fly away?! Catch it! But its too late. I sigh… as I am about to approach, I notice Alya still recording and step back into the stands… damn. Ivan changes back to normal confused on how he got here, he must not remember what happened today. Chat runs up to Marinette, excited and in awe.

“You were incredible, Miss… uh… Bug Lady. You did it!”

“We both did it, partner.”

“Pound it!” The two, fist bump, they work well together but they still need some work. Chat’s Miraculous beeps causing the two to part.

“You should get going. Our identities must remain a secret.” Chat pouts a little but quickly perks up.

“Farewell, m’lady. Let’s do this again soon, okay?” He winks as he vaults away.

“Not too soon, I hope.” She looks at Ivan and grabs what used to be the Akuma’s object, reading the piece of paper aloud. “You haven’t even got the guts to tell Mylène you love her, wuss.” My fist clenches at the mean remark, remembering the teacher’s response.

“Kim wrote it. He’s always making fun of me.” Ivan’s voice while deep sounded defeated.

“You know, you shouldn’t get so bent out of shape about that. There’s no shame in telling someone you love them, Ivan.” I smack my forehead when she mentioned his name.

“Hey, how did you know my name, Miss?” Marinette’s face dropping trying to think of a response, oh well. Alya comes rushing up with her phone, bouncing in excitement.

“Uncanny, amazing, spectacular! Are you gonna be protecting Paris from now on? How did you get your powers? Did you get stung by a radioactive Ladybug? Oh, I’ve got a ton of questions to ask you, uh, Miss… uhh…” Oh yeah, she’s not really come up with a name yet has she?

“Uhh…” She ponders it, her Miraculous beeps and she smiles as she throws her yoyo to the top of the stadium. “Ladybug! Call me Ladybug.” She chirps as she flies away.

“Ladybug… Super awesome!” Alya pauses her phone and walks out of the area with a massive smile on her face. I better make my way to Marinette’s place before that Akuma gets out of hand again.

Let’s hope I get there in time.

I reach the front of the bakery spotting a red blur jump on top of the roof. I head inside taking down my hood, and I’m met by a small petite woman who despite her stature, radiated an aura of kindness and respect. She had short navy hair and wore a white cheongsam with a flower detail as the one Marinette wore, I deduced that this was her mother. “Hello? I’m Alice, I’m a new classmate of Marinette’s and hopeful friend. I was wondering if she was home, I need to ask her some questions about Paris and school if she doesn’t mind.” The woman looked at me with a soft look.

“Oh there’s no need to hope, Marinette told me all about how you helped her today at school, I’m happy she’s making friends with a polite young lady such as yourself. You can head up if you’d like, she’s in her room relaxing now.” I look at her unsure.

“Are you sure, you’ve never met me before?” She just laughs.

“Oh trust me, sweetie, you honestly don’t seem like you want any trouble, besides, I’ll be up in a moment to start dinner, and despite my daughter’s clumsiness, she’s capable of keeping an eye on you, she’s in the attic room you can’t miss the stairs to it.” I nod thanking her and head up to the apartment, but a wave of nausea hits me, the feeling from this morning was back and back with a vengeance, don’t tell me I’m too late! “Oh my!” I hear Marinette’s mother exclaim, watching the small tv in the bakery, the news reporter from before showing footage and multiple stone giants standing still.

“Just as Paris is about to celebrate the appearance of our two new superheroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir, a new wave of panic is sweeping across the capital as dozens of people are mysteriously transformed into stone monsters. It’s simply unbelievable! The victim transformed into stone beings are still like statues. The police are perplexed to what will happen to them. Will they come back to life or be frozen in time forever?” I run up the stairs desperate to get to Marinette to explain.

I reach the hatch to her room and I can hear two voices inside. “Tikki? What’s going on? I thought we defeated him.”

“Did you capture the Akuma?”

“What’s capturing the Akuma got to do with the other stone beings?”

“An Akuma can multiply, that’s why it must be captured. If Ivan’s emotions become negative again, then the Akuma will turn him back into Stoneheart! He’ll control all the stone beings and bring them to life to serve as his army!” The small voice panicked.

“So… that means… this is my fault? I knew it! See, Tikki? I’m not cut out to be a superhero! I’m only gonna keep messing up…” I rush into her room surprising the two.

“That’s not true!” I yell, surprising myself. Marinette’s eyes clouded again, her emotions whirling into black despair, what is this?

“Alice? What are you doing here, why… this isn’t what it looks like!” She panics trying to hide Tikki, but Tikki floats forward to me, this small, red ladybug-like creature looking up at me in confusion.

“Creator…?”

“Not quite, and I don’t plan on ever being him.” I turn to Marinette who is still freaking out; this is why I thought this would be a bad idea, old man! “Marinette, I need you to breathe.”

“That jacket, you were at the stadium! Who are you? What’s going on?!” She’s spiralling. The small voice I heard at the stadium even more distorted than before.

“Keep calm.” Tikki soothed. “It was your first time. You’re going to go back and capture Stoneheart’s Akuma, do it successfully!” Tikki’s eyes full of hope and expectation, something we didn’t need right now, piling more responsibility will only do more damage.

“I can’t! I told you, I’m clumsy! I create disasters all the time! I’ll only make things worse for me, for you and Alice, for everyone! Chat Noir will be better off without me. I’m quitting…” Her voice small, quivering and defeated. I wanted to say something, anything; but I understood where she was coming from.

“You can’t! Chat Noir can’t capture the Akuma or defeat it alone!” Tikki shouted, thinking it would make her reconsider, but Marinette looks away.

“If Chat Noir can’t capture the Akumas, then… just find another Ladybug. I told you, I’m not cut out to be Ladybug!” She takes off her earrings, the black studs gaining their ladybug colouring. “I’m sorry Tikki…” She turns to me with misplaced hope in her eyes. “Maybe… you could be the next Ladybug, Alice? You seem so sure and you know what’s going on, so you would do a way better job than me.” She hands me the earrings, tears threatening to fall, glossing her blue eyes.

“… You know, I was really against you being a holder at first…” She recoils when I say that. I walk over to where the box from the chest was and placed the earrings into it. “I thought it would be too much pressure for you and I was right. Even now I doubt the decision, but… what I saw at the stadium, what I heard… you really were a hero. You weren’t acting, or playing… tell me, what were you thinking at that time? What did you want at that moment?” She refused to look at me. I place the box in an open drawer and turn to her.

“You should leave.” Her voice was shaky. Without a word I left her to herself, politely saying goodbye to her mother and leaving the bakery. I should have taken the Miraculous back, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, that voice at the stadium, the one that sounded like Marinette… it was a pure and simple desire, something I could believe in. Till she decides what to do… I guess I just have to pray I haven’t made a mistake too.

#ml rewrite #ml spite #ml salt #marinette dupen chang #adrien agreste #Marinette needs a hug #alya cesaire #ml ivan #stoneheart #tikki #oc #no beta read #miraculous ladybug

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